We pride ourselves in being able to get back to normal right after a tragedy. Suicide Bombing? Let’s go out for dinner! Flooding? New episodes of Mad Men!
I blame Bakra Eid. The big joke is that if an American saw the goat being slaughtered he would need years of therapy. But we are so used to it. And we take pride in that. Maybe the fact that he has empathy and compassion is not something to be judged?
Maybe after hearing about a suicide blast we should let it affect us. Fuck it. Let’s take a moment to contemplate the meaninglessness of our shitty jobs and how we need to tell each other we can still feel love and have a capacity for empathy.
“But if you change your way of life, then that means the terrorists have won!”
Yeah. So? Maybe we should let them win in that regard. Cause we sure as hell aren’t winning right now.