Last Friday the unaccompanied man next to me at the movie theater ordered a beer, left the theater before it was delivered, and never returned.
Last Friday I couldn’t focus on how amazing Daniel Craig – I mean Spectre – was, because I was too busy worrying about where that man went, taking note of the nearest exit, and planning what I would do if he came in, guns blazing.
Last night my friend texted me a picture of the aftermath at the Bataclan in Paris.
Last night I sat on our couch, caught off guard by the tears suddenly pouring down my face out of sadness and anger toward everything going on in the world right now. (She has since apologized a zillion times and all is well.)
I’ll be the first to admit that my mind gets away from me from time to time, but in an ideal world there wouldn’t be any reason for me to worry about taking the train from Michigan City to Chicago this weekend…except that Michigan City is apparently on ISIS’ hit list. In an ideal world, when someone leaves a movie theater without drinking their beer, paranoia/anxiety shouldn’t set in, thinking about all of the what ifs. And who knows how long it will be until I can share my favorite international destination, Istanbul, with my husband without being put on someone’s watch list.
Although people are frustrated that similar/recent attacks in Beirut, Baghdad, and Kenya are being ignored, I think that because Paris has been featured in so many books and movies that most people feel some slight connection to this romanticized city, whether they’ve been there or not. The same can’t be said for the other cities, but that’s a different conversation for a different time. If changing profile pictures to a washed out French flag or re-gramming the Eiffel Tower peace sign is how a person reacts to all the crap going on right now, more power to ’em.
I’m not one to typically get hung up on major issues, political or otherwise, but for some reason I feel like I have so much going on in my mind just floating around. My heart is heavy. Maybe because I was just there. Maybe because I’ve had a connection to French culture/France since the 4th grade (thanks, French Back to Back!) Maybe because of the relief I felt as I saw a handful of Facebook friends checking in as ‘safe’ on Friday evening before I even knew what was going on. Maybe I don’t need a reason.
I don’t really have anything monumental to say about what is happening that hasn’t already been said in another blog, news article, or Facebook post. Assuming all Muslims have a hidden agenda obviously isn’t the answer. Assuming all refugees have a hidden agenda isn’t the answer. Hopefully someone out there knows what the answer is…I want to bring my (future) kids into a world that has more good than bad.
Oof. That was heaaaavy for a blog that usually posts about food, married life, and hedgehogs. I need to get my butt back to the Happiest Place on Earth for some self-medication…but in the meantime, Christmas music + raking leaves while it’s still nice out.