Yesterday.

Ah, lovely math. Math that prevents me from blogging on the one day I feel that I need to say something or explode. Math, preparing for a test that was cancelled.

To begin with, a triviality.

Yesterday Alec called me opinionated. This, I admit, does not put him on my list of People I Like Lately. You see, this is a very unfair thing to call someone, because it is impossible to argue. "No, I'm not opinionated." If one side of a debate is impossible to argue without proving the other team's ideas, that debate cannot take place.

And let's look at why he called me opinionated. Something to do with pronounciation of a word. Something to do with the word Celtic.

Now, no matter HOW I say this word, someone tells me that I'm dead wrong. So I asked my dad (who took Gaelic lessons for a bit), and apparently the word comes from a Gaelic one...something like Ghaeltahg. It's not spelled like that, but that's how it sounds. If I'm not mistaken C and K are pretty recent additions to the language.

So let's not have any more of these Seltick/Keltick arguments. I'm sick of 'em.

Back to Alec: I don't remember exactly why he called me opinionated, but he did, and it had something to do with me being sick of Seltick/Keltick arguments. According to Alec, I'm not very supportive of other people's opinions. Hey, that's probably true -- although I wouldn't have said it, no one likes that said about themselves -- but by saying it he was being unsupportive of my opinions. And, of course, I can't argue that point.

Call me opinionated, friends, but I think we should just knock that horrible word out of the language. Everyone has the right to their opinions, the right to express their opinions freely. I am completely in agreement that no one's ideas should be suppressed...and that's why I hate the word. By accusing you of suppressing other people's opinions, it in fact is suppressing your own.

See, Alec? You can't win. I've got a blog.

Now...Dawson.

Well, I don't need to go into details on how horrible it is. I can't do that anyway; I don't fully understand it. I wasn't there. What I do find interesting is how it seems so much worse for us because we know so many people there. Completely understandable, but interesting.

If I had a sibling there, I would be shaking as much as Ariel was until she found out her sister was okay. But no matter where this happens, people will have siblings there. We simply cannot visualize the horror unless we recognize the eyewitnesses broadcast on our national news. After all, humans are intelligent but narrow-minded by nature, and this is why we rely on routine.

So many people today told me that we cannot allow something like this to disrupt our daily life. Oh? Why the hell not? Any senseless murder of young, innocent people...any murder...should be allowed to disrupt our daily life as much as it likes. Out of the lips of those same people came the practiced affirmation that this was a reminder of the unpredictable nature of life, and of all the evil in the world that still needs fixing up (practiced affirmation has been paraphrased).

What good is a reminder if you forget it so quickly?

In my opinion, (and call me opinionated if you really want to, but I would prefer arrogant, obnoxious, narrow-minded or really almost anything else) everything and anything should be allowed to disrupt our daily life. If something makes us reflect on our position in the universe, then for the sake of all things beautiful don't throw that moment away, because it could be a long time before it comes again.

To all those affected by the Dawson incident and many parallel, unreported incidents around the world, I would wish hope. You are in our hearts.