Labour Day

I am making this entry from a brand new laptop 80 gig HDD my ass! There's only 70 at capacity!) that I bought yesterday that I have no intention of keeping. Is that wrong? I just wanted to use a decent laptop for once, and experience the joy that is wireless networking and Internet, not to mention the pain in the ass of typing on a funny keyboard.

Labour Day was the saddest day of the year, and not because we had school the next day. On the contrary, I loved school back then. I was pretty much the best in the class, and socially I wasn't doing too badly, either unlike just about everyone else I know. That's a whole other entry. But do you remember the Jerry Lewis telethon? Jerry's kids? That used to be every year on Labour Day weekend. I used to force myself to watch as much of it as possible, because I felt as though it was the least I could do. I felt truly obliged. And it was pure torture seeing all those kids my age in such wretched states. Every year, one of Jerry's kids that was on the telethon the previous year was dead the following year. It just killed me. Year after year.

When I look back on it, apart from Remembrance Day (which used to be a holiday in Ontario, and CHRIST were those sad days) I don't think that I have invested so much emotionally in strangers since. I wonder when that all changed. I wonder why one year I chose to no longer watch the telethon, empathize and care in my own way. If I were more enterprising, I could have raised some money for them, or something. What could I do, though? I was just a kid, or so I thought.