People used to comment on my innocence. Not my naivety, but my genuine honest innocence. This unintentional trait of mine worked in my favor. Not just because i was an honest to goodness sweet girl, but because at age 29 people thought i was 10 years younger.
I used to be as sweet as Cotton Candy.
Until nine years ago today.
I was trying to come up with a good way to start my new blog. A collection of thoughts and stories that sum up my crazy life. I have been told i can go from "Cotton Candy to Red Hot in Sixty Seconds" Which says a lot about my passions in life.
I figured today would be as good as any as September 11, 2001 was probably the first day that happened.
Let me tell you now, i'm not the most educated of all people. To be honest, at the time, i was indeed pretty damn naive to the real world and it's evil workings. I thought people were by nature good. I thought people always did for their neighbor. and mistakenly, i thought no one would ever hurt my country.
I had woken up somewhat early for a day off and heard my room mate in the shower already. I pulled myself to the edge of my bed and turned on the television. At the time we had the prime digital cable and watched a lot of BBC America. Shows like "This Life" and "East Enders" were my guilty pleasure. Not to mention the great music shows where i could see all my favorite bands.
So when i turned on the channel and saw the pretty British woman talking about a car bomb going off in Washington DC i thought nothing of it.
When they jumped to the film of the twin towers, both engulfed in smoke and the sounds of people rushing around. My only thought was what movie is this? It got my attention and within moments i realized it wasn't some bad poorly acted Armageddon post apocalyptic flick, but rather real life.
At the time, that's the story i received, a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. (World Trade Center, that sounded familiar, isn't that the place that they attempted to bomb one year? The subway i think?) And it was unclear but they were trying to get confirmation that a car bomb had gone off in Washington DC.
It was real...
I went to the bathroom door as soon as i heard the shower stop and told my room mate through the door...
The rest was a blur to me.
I vaguely remember my room mate trying to calm me down, telling me the world wasn't ending and doing the best to her ability to explain the madness to me. The horror.
I took her to work and her boss said they were closing for the day. They told everyone to go home to their loved ones and celebrate life, or some sort of shit like that.
In our apartment, my roommate just tried to explain the world to me. The bad world i had so far managed to shelter myself from. The evil world full of evil intent. Not that she said any of it that way.
On that day i learned the evil men do.
On that day i learned that everything i had thought was wrong. Everything i comprehended was twisted.
Everything wasn't cotton candy.
