Koujaku: DRAMAtical Murder Re:Connect, released tomorrow. So, it finally comes out tomorrow? I kind of feel like I’m so nervous that I can’t calm down. Aoba: Yeah, me too! At work today my hands couldn’t stop shaking. I made some mistakes when handing out change. Koujaku: Yeah … Even though one of my customers today asked for just a wavy perm to the ends of her hair today, I ended up doing her bangs as well by mistake. Aoba: Hey, won’t that hurt your reputation as the “charistmatic hairdresser”? Koujaku: Its okay. I apologized to her with all my heart and soul, and also a special kind of service. Aoba: “Service”? What kind? Koujaku: “What kind”? That’s rather hard to explain. Let me demonstrate. First I put my hand on her shoulder… Aoba: You’re gonna demonstrate on me?! Koujaku: And then … I took her hand… Aoba: Hey… Koujaku: And then I gently take her chin in this hand… Aoba: Uwah! Koujaku: I bring my face this close to hers … I apologize for making you so nervous, my lady. I’ll cut your bangs free of charge … So next time you see me, call out to me. Aoba: jidojgaoisjeogiw (accurate translation ok) Koujaku: So kind of like that. Aoba: You’re too much! Koujaku: What’s the deal, Aoba?! You don’t need to push me away so hard! Aoba: I think its perfectly fine for me to push you away!! Are you always like this with your customers?! Koujaku: Hmm? Yeah. Most of the time I’m like this. Anyway, your face is really red… Are you okay? Aoba: Hnnnnng! Who’se fault do you think that is, you hippo?! Koujaku: Hippo?! Aoba: Ugh, DRAMAtical Murder Re:connect, RELEASED TOMORROW Koujaku: Hey now Aoba, be say it nicer. Aoba: SHUT UP!
Had a realization in a dream I just had that this isn’t real and I can just do whatever I want and so I started shrinking the face of this guy that was talking to me and then once it got real small I woke up sleep paralyzed
I was given godlike powers over the universe by realizing it’s all in my head and the first thing I did was use them to torment the nearest man
And the actual God woke me up and put me into a 5 minute timeout to lay frozen and think about what I’ve done
Here’s a thought, maybe people’s growing irreverence for 9/11 is because it was a long time ago and younger generations weren’t as affected by it, or maybe they are so sick of the way it has been basically commercialised by politicians and used as a device to justify incalculable pain and they are tired of it being cynically trotted out every year and told to never forget while every year they are also told to all but ignore mass shootings and US humanitarian crimes.
And like, I dunno, maybe it isn’t about disrespecting those who died but refusing, for any number of reasons, to be a part of the governmental hallmark industry that has built up around it.
I take students to see the 9/11 memorial all the time. More and more of the students I get were either so young or not even born yet.
And every time, I ask them, what do you think? What are you feeling? And many of them are hesitant to respond so I’ll prompt, “Was it sad? Was it boring?” And as soon as they know I’m not gonna judge them for it, 100% of the time, they respond, “I feel bad that I don’t feel as moved by it as you. You cried when you told us about it and I get that it was such a horrible day and so many people died, but I can’t really think of what life was like before or just after that time.”
That really struck me the first time I heard it because these kids really don’t remember a time when things were so carefree and relatively quiet. Little to no security screenings. Almost zero school shootings. Kids stayed outside by themselves until the street lamps came on.
Because they grew up in a post-9/11 society, all they’ve ever known is mass violence and distrust of everything. Kids expect a plane to crash into a building, a truck bomb to go off at a big event, a student shooting up a school. And they’ve just got to deal with it and keep moving on or they won’t survive.
