The Morning After

So...nothing went terribly wrong this morning, as I had expected. My commute was quiet and just a regular morning--people listening to their IPods and texting away, others sleeping (Yeah, that one was definitely me)--I'm so glad for this. Victor had wanted me to take the day off and stay home, but, of course I can't just take the day off, simply because.

I had an awful feeling this morning. Like that feeling people got after 9/11.  I remember riding on the trains after 9/11, I don't remember the particular feelings I had, but I do remem

ber that one train conductor who thought it would be funny to announce that he was Osama Bin Laden through the loud speaker. I kid you not!  I don't know how this guy got away with that, or if he was reported and lost his job. But I remember that he said, "Hi, this is Osama Bin Laden and I am taking over this train." Then he laughed, I think.  A few people walked off the train, but I was one of the stubborn ones that decided to stay.  I only had two stops left and I refused to be paranoid or be taunted by this train conductor. Who knows what I was thinking at that very moment. I think if that happened today I would get off the train, no second thoughts. I'm older now, seven years older, and I realize, now more than ever, that this world is full of crazies.

And why, I would like to know, am I receiving e-mails saying, "Congratulations, we 

won!" Please don't include me in any of this political stuff. I refuse to become a part of any movement, even if it means standing alone. And now I will bite my tongue and say no more.