Columbia

I am not sure how I'm feeling. I feel distraught, but feel silly for feeling distraught. And worried. Like I've been disillusioned, I guess. And selfish for caring about how *I*'m feeling when what really happened is something that happens every day - a bunch of people lost their lives in a tragic way, a bunch of other people lost those people - what the hell does how I feel about it have to do with anything? Like it's prurient of me to have an emotional response, I guess. (NB I don't feel that way about any one else's emotional response, so don't take this as critical.)