It's been one really shitty week for lots of people, and all I can do now is hope for better times to come.
I'm not a religious person by any means, but I'm still pretty damned thankful that my friend, the Prophet of Thomas Hardy, is OK in Baton Rouge after all. But what else is happening in Louisiana, particularly New Orleans and the continued violence in the Middle East...I'm speechless. I'm almost tempted to pray for my old roommate, Danielle, who's somwhere in Jerusalem last time I checked. Unfortunately that would mean that I acknowledge the existence of a divine being which I'm not prepared to do anytme soon, so for now I'm attempting to send out many "good wishes and hopes" vibes.
What originally I had to say before is absolutely nothing in comparison. Good God, and I was in a temporary state of something resembling minor self-pity. People all throughout the world are dying of famine, suffering from AIDS and malaria and cancer, selling each other into slavery, being tortured for their political and moral views, blowing and/or shooting each other up. And I'm complaining? I'll shut up now.
How long the relief efforts will actually last though, I don't think I'm terribly optimistic there. In three months time the rounds of silicone support bands, Red Cross blood donation vans and organized donation drives will fade from memory as the American gas guzzling public focuses its prayers on rising petrol prices. (Clunky sentence, I know, but I'm too lazy to fix it.) Think about what happened with the tsunami; how often do you hear about the continuing reconstruction efforts in the news?