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I know that this is simply a pop culture website and that, in the scheme of what happened in Boston yesterday, nothing any of us writers post today is going to really matter.
And you know what? That's okay.
Because sometimes it's about carrying on doing what it is you love to do, even if that means writing up TV show reviews or uploading videos of cats in the face of unspeakable horror and feeling that, once again, a part of what makes us feel safe in this country has been irrevocably taken away.
And yes, watching as people were blown apart made all that fear and sickness from 9/11 come back up again, but seeing the crowds of people running toward that devastation to help, unafraid that they were putting their own lives in danger, was just as powerful to me as that horrific blast or the aftermath of blood-stained sidewalks in a city that has been marked by a violent and passionate history because it meant that we are not really lost or as apathetic as we sometimes believe ourselves to be.
Not when it really counts.
The pundits and the politicos have already started to turn this act into a cry to embrace fear and hate but they have no doubt missed the point (as they always do) when something like this happens on our soil.
That it isn't tragedy that defines us, it is our kindness and our selflessness to act as a crutch to those hurt and destroyed that truly makes us Americans, and at the end of the day, it is those very things that I choose to believe in and it comforts me to know it.
Tomorrow I will take to my computer to post videos of bad rappers and supercuts of actors saying "Shitballs" in movies, but today I'm going to hug my friends and family and be happy.
Because I can.