Sometimes I wish my brain didn't work the way it does. 'cause like, it likes to do the conspiracy theories and it's...god. It starts
thinking,
This is a marvelous PR opportunity for the US. Like, 9/11-ish.
And like, it'll be so *easy* for the American corporations to just step in and...'reconstruct'.
It's like, *logical* for the warships and american troops to be brought into use, to help search for survivors.
And +25,000 isn't so much, in the scheme of things...Just. ::takes a long, slow step away from own thoughts, own brain:: I'm gonna go vid. I can't think about this anymore, I hate that my training, my upraising, my experiences lets me think of human devastation like this. Because it's so *easy*, and caring hurts, and it's so much calmer to just be logical and stoic and unaffected. It's so much more *effective*, to be in control in a bad situation, and yet.
How *strange* is it, for it to be difficult to let your heart be touched? Because I know I'm not alone in this and yet the state feels un-human to me. It's simultaneously the peak of being civilized (to be stoic and unaffected) and yet the implications are
barbaric. These fellow men are not your enemies, are not your prey, are not
animals. They are
family.
And yet.
well. ya'll know my thoughts on family, and that mixture of love-hate-regret-denial. Blood is thicker than water...and blood begets blood.
I don't know what to think. I'm gonna go vid.