One of the only times I life I woke up thinking, “Oh thank god, what a fucked up dream.” Took me a few to re-internalize it.
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Endymion_Mallorn@kbin.melroy.org 2 days ago
9/12 was a day of forcing ourselves to live. That's what she's doing here. Living.
shalafi@lemmy.world 2 days ago
BetaBlake@lemmy.world 2 days ago
Yeah going to sleep that night was very weird
D_C@sh.itjust.works 1 day ago
The 9th of December was a Sunday. I was probably hung over after a night out with my mates. Good times.
VerilyFemme@lemmy.blahaj.zone 1 day ago
American 9/12, not everywhere else 9/12.
Lost_My_Mind@lemmy.world 2 days ago
I was 17 on that day, working my 2nd day at my first ever job. I was supposed to work my 2nd day the day before, but this McDonalds was in a mall. And they closed the mall that day.
It was soooooooo erie that day. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since, and it lasted about a week.
People were just zombies. They didn’t know how to exist. I had a register. I existed by making my own job more important than it really was. In my mind, I was there to serve a purpose of helping people by serving them something firmiliar. Anytime things got intense, I could look down at my register. Burgers and fries. Burgers and fries. Get their drink. Get them an apple pie. Job job job. No need to think. Just need to work.
But everyone else in my line didn’t have that. They were alone. Surrounded by others. All dealing with this together. Individually. Alone.
One woman, in the middle of the line, 5 registers, she’s in the 3rd line, about 4 people back, so literally in the dead center of the line with people on all sides. She’s standing in silence. Then without warning falls to her knees, laying on the ground. Openly weeping. Others assisted her in standing back up. Which formed into a group hug. She was the one who fell, but I think everyone needed that group hug.
I just started giving out apple pies. For free. My manager questioned me, and I said “look at these people. We all need a little something today. If you want to charge me for the pies so be it.”
She didn’t. Next day she had a box of 100 pins. The pins were those lapel pins that you can wear on your dress shirt. They were of the American flag. We gave them out. They only lasted like 15 minutes.
But Sept 12th is a day I remember almost as much as the 11th. Because of how quiet and erie everything was. How everyone had 1000% empathy. Everyone held doors for everyone else. Nobody said a word. It would have been nice if it weren’t for the massive tragedy that caused it.
limelight79@lemmy.world 2 days ago
Yeah, I remember commuting to work in the DC area the days after the attack - and it was so subdued (they did not close our office on the 12th). There was no, or very little aggressive driving - people just going through the motions in shock. That lasted a few days, then we were back to the usual Mad Max.
The night of the 11th I went to pick up a friend that had gone to a coworker’s place after the attacks. There was NO ONE out, other than an ambulance or two. It was completely dead out there, so much that I wondered if I was violating some kind of curfew. Just completely empty streets from Alexandria to Ballston. Surreal.
JasonDJ@lemmy.zip 1 day ago
I had to do some work for the town of Newtown, CT, where Sandy Hook is. It was several months after when I was there, working with the local government offices, and you could still feel collective trauma hanging in the air.