What was the subject title of your first-ever LJ entry?
First entry was posted September 13th, 2001, a little after midnight. Subject was "The Past Few Days"
As you can guess by the date, it mainly centered around the events of 9/11 and my reaction to it. Much like everyone else's entries that I found using the random function.
Actually, re-reading that post brought back a few memories. If you all will forgive me for "waxing poetic", as some people would call it, I recall being fairly annoyed at people who used a really massive tragedy to further their own agendas instead of mourning the loss of human life. I've had problems with this at several points in my life. Like when I attended WSU's candlelight vigil for Matthew Shepherd and listened to whomever was in charge of Lambda Union at the time go one for several minutes about his relatively minor bashing incident. I'm sorry, having people call you a fag outside a bar really isn't quite as bad as being tied to a fence post and left to die of exposure. Mourn the dead, use his death to bring good out of an act of evil. Or encourage people to shop to make up for 19 people ramming planes into skyscrapers;. Or writing chain e-mails talking about how we need to seal the rip in the astral plane opened by the explosion.
Maybe I'm just funny about death and mourning. I realize everyone mourns differently, but it still saddens me that we spend weeks tearing hairshirts over the death of a superstar, and yet no one cares about the less famous deaths... people who die that no one seemed to care about in life. Like the librarian who committed suicide a few years back. I realized I'd been riding the bus with the guy for about 3 months and never even said a word to him. Maybe I could have done something, maybe I wouldn't have made a difference. But I didn't even try.
Jacko dies, the entire world cries. A good man dies, no one cares.
Everyone deserves to be mourned and remembered even a little bit.
Life to me doesn't have a monetary value. I think it's more important that hen we die, we have fulfilled our purpose, found a little bliss somewhere along the line. He who dies with the most toys, still dies.
Dear lord, I got way off topic. Sorry.