I am truly heartbroken to say that I am almost numb to the recent happenings in Paris. The death count is over 160 at this point, and the world seems to be in shock. There was also a big earthquake in Japan, yesterday, and now there's a tsunami watch.
I know that it doesn't do much to write about something. At this particular moment, I'm not sure what I can do. I'd love to do something, I really would. All I can do is say that I stand with you, I stand with Peace.
I can't believe how routine mass shootings and terrorist attacks have become for me. Perhaps this is what living in a warring country is like for other young women? Perhaps you become numb to it because if you felt how you were really supposed to feel, it might kill you?
Perhaps I'm numb over this despicable tragedy because I have nothing left to give at this point. Gods help Paris. Gods help Japan. Gods help us. Gods help me.
Gods help me understand why.
I don't know why I'm writing this. I know it does nothing. But perhaps someone else will see it and see that they aren't alone in feeling numb? Perhaps I'll be another thread in a great and beautiful fabric that will be woven in the coming days, weeks? Perhaps something will finally change?
We can only hope.
Yesterday was Friday the 13th, as well as World Kindness Day. I tweeted that morning about it. It all seems so surreal. Maybe Kindness is what we needed? Nothing brings kindness out in people quite like tragedy. I'm really glad I didn't make any jokes. I'd feel even worse than I do now; but at least maybe I'd feel a fragment of something.
It's both Friday the 13th and #WorldKindnessDay . There's a joke there, somewhere, but I couldn't live with myself.— Le WannaBGourmande (@WannaBGourmande) November 13, 2015
My heart goes out to all the people of Paris, to their families and to their lost. My heart goes out to Japan, to Beirut. My heart goes out to all of you. I wish I could do something.
If there's anyone in Paris or Japan that would like a friendly thought or an ice cream recipe from a sassy American, or even a shoulder to cry on, the comment box is below for you to talk to me. I know it's not much, but all I can do is offer a listening ear.