(In case you're wondering why I even mention "in case you haven't heard," I actually talked to people this evening who hadn't heard.)
So many feelings, so many varied and sometimes contradictory feelings, at a time like this.
I feel terrible for the victims, the ones who got hurt just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And the families of the victims, who are hurt emotionally, and who are just as innocent.
I feel vulnerable, because if innocent people can be hurt just at random, why couldn't it be me next time? Or someone I know and love?
I feel hopeful, because if you see the videos of the explosions, there are of course people running away in fear, but there are also people running towards the explosions... to help.
I feel weak, because I don't know if I could be one of those people, those helpers. I'd like to think that I would, but until you're there, you don't know.
I feel angry, because who would do this? Who would deliberately hurt innocent people? What makes someone think this is a good idea, that hurting random people will serve some higher cause or bring about some greater good?
I feel sad because I realize there are a lot of people who do think that hurting others, at random or otherwise, serves a higher cause or brings about greater good.
I feel lucky because I was not harmed, nor was anyone I personally know; and I feel a little bad for feeling lucky.
I don't know how to feel.
I feel tired because all this emotion is draining.
Don't mind me, just getting the thoughts down.