Remember how I said things have been intense lately? Well, last night I had to walk out of a movie. We went to see District 9, I heard good things about it. It was so disturbing to me though. I couldn’t handle the way the aliens were being treated, and when the main character was in the research hospital and they forced him to use the alien weapons it was too much for me. I had to leave. My son said it got better for the aliens after that, but I didn’t want to stick around and find out.
So, yeah, that’s bizarre. I know aliens aren’t real. But if you were to see this movie you’d understand. The filmmakers make them real, and they were real to me. Not like schizophrenic real, but real in my heart. Hard to explain.
Then today we went to a memorial service. A friend of ours had a brother who committed suicide earlier this month. I didn’t know him, I’ve never met him but it was very emotional, I was crying. Seeing the family at this service, watching the faces of his parents, who are approaching 90 years old, well, let’s just say I could definitely see the impact suicide makes on the survivors. Can I do that to people I love? I’m beginning to question myself.