Are You a Grownup Yet?
So tonight Tracy and I checked out the new house our friends bought. They're a married couple Tracy's known for years. When your friends joke about huge mortgages, it dawns on you suddenly that these are adult topics and you might, in fact, be a grownup. But you don't feel like one. I'm almost 30 and I don't feel quite adult yet. What would it take? A few kids, my own mortgage, age spots, what?
I see George Clooney's talking about Darfur. The Onion has one of their typically funny-creepy articles on Darfur, and how the problem must've been solved because newsanchors don't cover it anymore. The doctors on ER go to Africa, like, every other episode. They finally gave the awesome actress Laura Innes something to do; she had surgery to walk normally and nobody even noticed. It was sadly fitting. (That's one of the shows I take way too seriously. See. I can't be trendy and watch Grey's Anatomy; I have to like the dinosaur ER.)
Earlier on I wanted to write about the veterans whose medical charts I work on. Nothing personal, of course (that would be illegal). Just that it makes me mad when I write about people hurt from Iraq. Not that anyone asked, but I think it's a humongous waste and this generation's Vietnam. Now people my age will be as fucked up as Vietnam vets. Physically, emotionally, the whole shebang.
One of the doctors commented about a veteran's experience in "Vietnam--er, Iraq," and I went, "Isn't that telling." I just can't let go of this anger. It doesn't change anything, it doesn't bring one soldier home or one civilian back to life. It only affects me. So speaking of waste, this whole issue is a waste of my mental energy. I'm helpless so I might as well forget about it. Sometimes you're probably better off numb.
"Says it feels right this time/Turned it 'round and found the right line/'Good day to be alive, sir/Good day to be alive,' he said/Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel/Was just a freight train coming your way..." Metallica
I see George Clooney's talking about Darfur. The Onion has one of their typically funny-creepy articles on Darfur, and how the problem must've been solved because newsanchors don't cover it anymore. The doctors on ER go to Africa, like, every other episode. They finally gave the awesome actress Laura Innes something to do; she had surgery to walk normally and nobody even noticed. It was sadly fitting. (That's one of the shows I take way too seriously. See. I can't be trendy and watch Grey's Anatomy; I have to like the dinosaur ER.)
Earlier on I wanted to write about the veterans whose medical charts I work on. Nothing personal, of course (that would be illegal). Just that it makes me mad when I write about people hurt from Iraq. Not that anyone asked, but I think it's a humongous waste and this generation's Vietnam. Now people my age will be as fucked up as Vietnam vets. Physically, emotionally, the whole shebang.
One of the doctors commented about a veteran's experience in "Vietnam--er, Iraq," and I went, "Isn't that telling." I just can't let go of this anger. It doesn't change anything, it doesn't bring one soldier home or one civilian back to life. It only affects me. So speaking of waste, this whole issue is a waste of my mental energy. I'm helpless so I might as well forget about it. Sometimes you're probably better off numb.
"Says it feels right this time/Turned it 'round and found the right line/'Good day to be alive, sir/Good day to be alive,' he said/Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel/Was just a freight train coming your way..." Metallica
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