Terrorists

Yesterday...

from the time I got to work, until the time I went to bed, all I heard about is "the terrorists. " My stomach was in knots, and I was slightly nautious all day. In a weird turn of events, I have more friends traveling and living in Europe this summer, than ever before. I started to worry, just like my Mom would, about everybody I know who is there.

Today...

I'm plain angry. Somebody asked me if I was going to see the new movie out this weekend, The World Trade Center. I remember going with a group of friends to see Flight 93. I remember being tense, having a headache, and feeling sick most of the movie. However, more than anything I was mad. I kept thinking to myself over and over, "How Dare They Do This To Us?"

People talk alot about righteous anger, and I don't know if what I'm feeling is righteous or not. And I'm sure many would say that this arrogant attitude is why people around the world don't like Americans. However, 5 years later, I still think the same thing, and it still makes me angry.