No Replacement For Displacement

OK, I've been really behind schedule

Yes, I haven't blogged anywhere near as much as I did in the first 24 hours of the war. I found that I was krazy-glued to the TV in the first 48-72 hours of the war. I also found that the war had an actual physical effect on me, similar to the effects of the Atrocity.

On September 11, and for about a week afterwards, I felt the need to run away, to hide, to fight, to do something. The problem was there wasn't much I could do--at least nothing that could eliminate the fight or flight response entirely. I could donate money, my time, work out, go out on the boat for a swim, but nothing could get rid of that feeling of excess adrenaline. It just kept getting produced, more and more, and only time really eliminated it.

I had the same feeling for the first few days of this war. I felt a surge of adrenaline, just as I did lo those 18 months ago. It was a little different this time though. I felt the need to go, run, do something, but it had a different character. I didn't feel a life-or-death pain to it. The tension was there, but I didn't feel the same way. If I had to describe the feeling, the closest comparison I can think of is the sort of rapid adrenaline rush my dog would get into at hearing the word "CAR" or "WALK". It was like my body wanted something to happen, but it didn't know what. I got giddy along with Peter Arnett during "Shock and Awe". I can't really explain it beyond that, and it was also something I really didn't expect. I don't know if I like that, or not. It was just something that happened, and frankly, it didn't happen to me during the first Gulf War, and I find it rather odd that it is happening to me now. Maybe it's an afteraffect of the Atrocity.

Thankfully, the feeling is gone now. and a bit of normalcy has returned.I watched some of the NCAA tourney today, some golf, and made fun of that treasonous piece of shit Michael Moore.