OK. So. I’ve seen a lot of emails about this whole thing that have said that this is the thing that our kids and grandkids will ask us about. “Where were you when, Mum?”. But…. why? Why the hell would they? Why would they care? It won’t mean anything to them. It happened long before they were born (talking about my theoretical kids, here), it has no direct relevance to them. They might, might be interested in “Did you see it on TV? Was it scary?” But other than that? I seriously doubt it. For those who lost relatives, or even had relatives who survived, then yes, I’d think they would want to know details, because they’d have a connection. But come on – are you really interested in where your parents were when the first moon landing happened, or when Kennedy got shot, and all that? I’m not. I’m interested in the events themselves, because I’m interested in history. But that’s it. I’m aware of the importance, or tragedy of the events, but I don’t really feel it, because I wasn’t there. That’s just the way it is.
Postscript – I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing… if you felt the full weight of every tragedy that ever happened, things would be pretty depressing. Yet it’s terrible to think that those who haven’t gone through the last few days won’t view it in the way that those who have, do. If that makes sense. Um.
