I’ve been crying on and off all day. Basically whenever I look on the internet.
I know that emotional responses don’t really help and it’s easy to have knee jerk reactions, whether to appoint blame, or to say something useless about praying and peace and how senseless it was, but somehow all that goes out of the window when it’s your city.
It’s so strange reading people talking about Manchester and saying ‘Pray for Manchester’ and the buildings lit up as they were for Boston or Paris - but it’s your city.
They stormed a house and had a controlled explosion not 15 minutes walk from my house. And yet none of it feels quite real. It feels like it’s happened in another parallel universe. People praising the resilient spirit of the Mancunians and the kindness and solidarity offered and that is truly inspiring. And yet… that’s both always been there and also isn’t any greater, I think, than really any other community of semi-decent people in the wake of a tragedy. I am cynical about it and yet I can’t stop the emotional reaction and the tears.
Of course partly it’s the fact they’re kids. They’re KIDS AT A CONCERT. It’s not senseless - it’s a well targeted act of despicable terrorism designed to create an emotional response but knowing that doesn’t make it any better.
I just wish I was there. Not that there’d be anything I could do about it but at least I would be with other people who felt the same way. I just really want to go home and be there and be Mancunian. Attend the vigil or something. Anyway, I donated to the Red Cross emergency relief. Not sure there’s anything else I can do.
Manchester will always be my city, today and always.
I was thinking about the reply I made about my favourite fictional trashy artist yesterday and then started doodling and now I am up waaaaay too late on a work night. I present to you two pieces which I call, “Two Moments When a Dang Comic Made Me Want to Cry.”*
*But I was reading it on a train so I just drank a coffee and closed my eyes.**
**And this isn’t a huge feat because pretty much any piece of fiction can make me cry in the right circumstances.