I just looked at the clock. It's 9:11.
I have to be honest. September 11th didn't really upset me. I think it's tragic people died in such a way, don't get me wrong, but it didn't make me worry more about my security/safety.
Granted, I don't fear death. I don't hope for it anymore, but I definitely do not fear it.
I've never understood the fear of death. I understand if it's a fear of a painful death. I would rather avoid pain if I could... although, I'm losing my fear of pain, too.
I have been oddly at peace with almost everything.
It really is odd.
It's probably because my brain is fried.
By aliens... or my fourteen year stint of heavy antidepressants.
Probably the latter; although, I haven't ruled out the former.