I've been home for an hour and the silence is already driving me crazy ... I can't turn on the tv because almost every channel is covering the tragedy in Newtown, CT and it's terribly depressing, but also very infuriating. I don't want to hear about the killer; psychoanalyzing him posthumously won't change a thing, it won't bring those kids and adults back, it's getting everyone's attention on somebody who really doesn't deserve the recognition his name is getting. Retelling the story every 15 minutes is also probably making this whole ordeal worse for the families who did lose somebody. So stop.
Media sensationalism gets on my nerves so much, especially because it doesn't do anything! It brings about the ridiculous argument that video games and movies inspire violence in people - they don't. People create violence. People who have mental illness but have no access to help but wide access to the gun market create violence. Clearly, the states needs to rethink their gun laws AND their health care. The fact that it's easier for people to access guns than it is to access medical help of any sort is horrific, particularly for a first world country.
ANYWAY ... I digress.
So my house is quiet. I can't turn on the tv, for the aforementioned reasons. I won't turn on music because, for whatever reason, I don't feel like listening to music; I'm just not in the mood. So here I am, tap, tap, tapping away at my laptop, listening to the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard and the traffic rushing by outside, (not to mention the ambient clock ticking and natural house creaks). You never really realize just how much noise goes on in your home that you find to be ambient until you're alone.
This house has never felt so big.
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