I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I haven't been reading that much. It's been making me sick. I despise this kind of real life violence, and it always makes me feel queasy.
Having said that, I'm going to stop reading more about it. It's making me panic. I hadn't realized one of my cousins was living in Paris. Her apartment? On the street of one of the attacks.
Thank Primus she was out of country. My dad and I were arguing about how hard it would be for her with France's borders being shut down, and if she can't get back in. I kinda finally huffed out in exasperation that it was better than being injured or dead.
"Obviously," he replied.
But, ugh, when he said that she lived on one of the streets? I also hadn't realized she was out of the country/on vacation.
So now I'm a little shaken up. I'm going to read, and then sleep.