classes are hard today.
All of those voices that ask me things like,
“Why are you majoring in genocide and oppression if you can’t handle images of violence and confront them without freaking out?”
“Are you too weak to stomach the information that you so desperately crave? Maybe you really are too sensitive.”
“Maybe you should have chosen something without emotional investment. Do you really think you can answer questions honestly and objectively?”
Naming those demons, even if no one ever sees them, means I can confront them.
I don’t owe anyone strength or objectivity, not even myself. There is no correct response to tragedy. Nausea, numbness, sadness are all legitimate, as is anger, hatred, and perhaps more numbness.
“It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted in a sick society.” - Jiddu Krishnamurti