I didn't write a 9/11 post.

I wanted to, but I ultimately couldn't.

And here's why.

I find the state of the nation to be completely depressing. I find the level of intolerance disgusting.

I am tired of the lack of empathy and compassion. I am tired of only one set of feelings and experiences being valid.

I find it hard to believe that things are going to get better. And yet I still have that ridiculous hope that I cling to day after day. Because I still believe that people are mostly good - just horribly shortsighted, misinformed, and misguided.

And that's really all I've got to say on this subject on this Monday at 3 AM, when hope and anger keep me awake.

Have a good one.