It’s More Than The Weather
This morning when I logged into Facebook to check in with a few folks I was greeted with a barrage of messages – all saying the same thing: “I couldn’t sleep last night.”
We had a nasty weather night here in Terre Haute (That’s French for “Your feet are cold.”) with lots of rain and falling temperatures. I figured that could be the cause, but those complaints came in from all over the country. Go figure.
This has been a traumatic few weeks what with Las Vegas and other ugliness and if anything could upset one’s ability to sleep peacefully that would be it. Sometimes it is hard to let go of things at bedtime. The body tries to relax but the brain isn’t ready.
I’ve had nights like that myself, but not this week. This week I have slept quite well. Now that I think about it I believe I know why.
The acts of some deranged human beings are what they are and once they have been carried out – a fait accompli – there is nothing I, or anyone, can do about it. What follows in the aftermath – the yelling and the stomping of feet – is pointless. It accomplishes nothing real. It is a public tantrum with all of the sincerity of Karaoke Night at the neighborhood bar. It’s all for show. It is loud. It is accented with shaking fists and misdirected anger – much like that of the man on the 32nd floor.
Logic, facts, basic knowledge and reason are just stumbling blocks in the way of these imitation outraged voices. One says this and ten minutes later contradicts him/her self with just as much assurance as they can pretend to muster.
In a few days the actors in this dumb show will exhaust their fury and move on to another self-created outrage. They are professionally angry. The wilder their histrionics the happier they are because they want their audiences to equate movement with progress.