gar. apathy reigns supreme, or something like that
so I'm back on the grid. go me.
thursday afternoon and most of friday, we were offline, along with most of northeastern America. We weren't as stuck as we could have been, though, acos my dad put in a generator a few months back, to defend us against just such an eventuality. See, we live in the boonies, so we don't get city water, which means that, if our power goes out, we don't get water at all, which tends to suck. so we had enough power to have water and the fridge and a few lights, and we ended up movingbooks back into the newly recarpeted basement. It took forever, and we didn't even finish. Then again, we had a whole holy heap of books with which to cope: I'm talking about four bookcases, each one floor-to-ceiling, about 4 feet wide, and double-shelved. And we have some seriously weird books in our basement, most of them remnants of my parents' college days--the russian (my father's russian minor) and the economics (my mother's business major)--or just a familial addiction to the written word. It's insane.
The library (where I work) was also de-electrified, which meant that I left early on thursday and don't have to go back in until monday...which makes me happy. I honestly don't think I could be productive if I was paid, which is why I'm doing this...no actual thinking involved.
And whenever I do this I can't help but think of all of the people who suffer so much more than I...people in Africa, starving and dying of AIDS and civil wars and hopelessness. Or I think of the people in Kabul, who didn't deserve any of what they got, but suffer anyway from the stupidity of a far-away administration. I heard on the radio this morning that temperatures in Kabul are regularly over 120 degrees farenheit. I hope they're getting a kick out of our bourgeois dismay when our AC goes out for less than a day, and we still have clean water, and cars, and our world the way we're used to having it.
I'd never kill myself because of anything that happened to me, but I feel sometimes that I might just do so because of who I am. Looking at my complete disinclination to help, or even to do something productive with my time, makes me sick. I feel utterly worthless, and worse for feeling that way, because I know that I could be something more than what I am, if only I had the guts.
i can't wait to go back to school. there at least i will have someone over whom to lord my moral superiority. and i'll have work with which to occupy myself. and hopefully i won't be so goddamn depressing.