Number 7 of 25
I got a phone call this morning from a family member who was very upset to read on my 25 Random Things About Me blog post that all I seem to care about the events of 9/11 is that it screwed up my birthday.
It's taken me an hour to write this and I really don't want to post it because it makes me want to cry that someone who knows me personally would think I'm capable of being so shallow that I'd not care at all about the thousands of people who died on September 11th and all of the families who will suffer every single day because they lost someone irreplaceable. I don't like to feel this way and I certainly don't like to open myself up to this type of drama to strangers on my blog but she insisted that I post a clarification so that's what I'm doing.
I thought I made it clear that so many other people are forced to forever remember 9/11 with heartbreak because they personally lost a loved one that day. Compared to that, my birthday being on the same day as the biggest terrorist attack in US history is a trivial inconvenience and it's barely even worthy of mention. Why mention it then? Because there's some irony in it and the point of the meme was to list "random things about me". Hence the name "25 Random Things About Me". So when I say "To me, it was just a screwed up birthday", I'm referring to the date and obviously not the event.