Heartless

I wonder what would happen if I did not go through some type of emotion for 24 hours? Let's take today as an example (for poor memory's sake). At 8:54 AM, my heart was filled with joy after helping a stranger. In the PM my motherly instincts kick-in over the fear that the little 6 year-old might have fallen from the helium spaceship-looking balloon. But at around 9:30 PM I am sickened of the incident at the University of Western and the sad ending to this young man's future. But as I watch CNN re-play the landing of the helium balloon video over and over again, I just can’t stop sympathizing for the rescuers. And one specific man who struggled back and forth as he tried to catch the balloon string upon it's landing. Total respects go out to you my friend.

I’m glad the boy is home. I’m glad the professor at UWO is okay. I’m glad the boy I saw today got his lunch. I still yearn not to feel anything for one day. Look as pretty as these dolls I picked up in Prague in 2008. No life. No care. No interest. Just Heartless.