So... this weekend was a thing, wasn't it? Paris was a bloodbath, and as the shock wave of that terrible attack echoed around the world, I learnt about the terrible attack in Beirut (way to have that covered, media. I am unimpressed with you), the natural disaster that struck Japan, I was reminded of the Syrian refugees, of the attack in Kenya earlier this year...
Overwhelmed, heartbroken and helpless, I posted this to my Facebook Page:
Am I putting this commenter on blast? You bet your arse I am. For two reasons
1. He wrote it on a public wall. It's already public. As of writing this blog post, it's still there for anyone to see, and
2. I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut about things I find abhorrent, and this was abhorrent. To take issue with the way a person phrases their sorrow at such a horrific tragedy and start an entire argument about it.... It upsets me even to recall it.
Of particular personal irritation, over and beyond considering what kind of horrific troll a person must be to find pleasure in creating an argument out of an expression of grief and to hurl insults for no good reason, is the accusation of hysteria. That's a personal gripe, though. I've written before how personally harmful I find the trivialisation of feelings is, but that's a whole other (already written) post.
Given all that is happening in the world; climate change, natural disasters, the refugee crisis, the growing gun violence in America, increasing instances of faith-based, gender-based and sexual orientation-based hate crimes - the list really is endless - perhaps we might discover that the world is, in fact, falling apart.
Or, perhaps, I should just write better.
*grumble* *mutter* *punch the shit out of a bag at training tonight*
On that note, please, please, please, please watch this. It really is the thing we all need to hear right now:
Watched it? Good.
Now I can move on with other aspects of the weekend.
It was my birthday Saturday. Hah! But seriously, it was. I spent the day being quiet, being gentle with myself. I took myself out to brunch, then, thanks to the most amazing flatmate on the face of the planet, out to my first ever massage at the first ever professional massage parlour I've ever beet to.
It was so lovely. I highly recommend Anna Belanger to anyone in the Ottawa area.
Anyway, the masseuse knew her stuff. She pressed on my back and said, "Glad to see that someone has been hitting the gym!" Apparently, my back is in great shape, with every muscle where it should be and most of them yielding as they should. Most of them.
It was at the end of the massage that the masseuse found a problem. I've always suffered with lower back pain. It's been a constant in my life since I before I remember.
The problem, the masseuse suspects, is actually in my hips. My hip muscle complex is what is pulling my lower back in all kinds of strange ways. And the massage changed. The pressure didn't change. The techniques didn't change (except to adapt to new shapes), but it suddenly started to hurt a fair amount.
It was a good kind of hurt, if you know what I mean.
Yesterday, my lower back killed - probably in response to the massage the day before. It's better now, thanks for asking.
Oh, I should point out that when I write "my lower back killed," no living thing was destroyed by my lower back. No lives were lost.
I should write better.
Sorry. I really couldn't resist.
Anyway, I have to go look up a bunch of stretches for the hip muscle complex today. Yay.
Sunday I spent with friends, meeting their new little kitten, before heading out for the last meet up of the year. It was a good day.
All in all, it was a great weekend. And by great, I don't really mean mighty at all. There was no massive amount of strength or any mighty deeds done by the weekend.
I should write better.
Sorry. It's just funny now.
I'm going to go before I get any sillier. There is work that needs doing.