Terrorism hits home

Yesterday, a 17 year old boy and a 20 year old teacher's aid, named Lavan, were killed in a terrorist attack at a school in the town I grew up in. The teacher's aid died protecting students. The 17 year old succumbed to his injuries at the hospital. Another teacher and a 15 year old boy were severly injured, but are no longer looking to shake hands with Charon.
Yesterday, a white man, 21 years old, had decided, because this school had students who don't look like him, that he would go there, armed with large knives, and stab anyone who had the, in his eyes, wrong skin color. The police had to shoot him to stop his rampage. The terrorist died of his injuries at the hospital.

2 dead, 2 severly injured. Several others mildly injured. A school with 400 students. It is the worst terrorist attack on Swedish soil since 1940.

I don't understand it.
I don't understand this hatred so many feel towards humans who happen to just be a little different. This hate some people feel towards those with different skin color, hair color, sexuality, gender, religion, culture, or ethnicity.
We are all humans. We are all "we". How can you hate someone just because they don't look like you?


Rest in peace, Lavan. Your heroism saved many lives. You are a true Swedish hero.



Sources

http://www.aftonbladet.se/nyheter/kolumnister/oisincantwell/article21634251.ab (Swedish)
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/oct/22/pupils-wounded-in-sword-attack-at-swedish-school
https://www.rt.com/news/319341-swedish-school-sword-attacker/
http://www.thelocal.se/20151022/masked-man-enters-school-with-sword

I broke up with Facebook.

For more than six years, I was in an onesided relationship with you. I poured my privacy, my hopes, my dreams, and large parts of my soul into this relationship. I felt addicted, dependent, and needy. It was a sick relationship that left me bitter and frustrated more often than it gave me happiness and connection.

I finally had the strength to break the Devil Snare hold you had on me and I feel refreshed. I don't miss you. I still think I need to share my thoughts and feelings with you, but I don't miss you. 20 hours have passed, and I don't miss you.

No longer is there a tab saying "Facebook" opening with my browser. No longer do I check my news feed as soon as I wake up.

I took a walk earlier today, and my thoughts did not go to posting photos on Facebook. I just enjoyed the early Autumn morning, the chilly wind in my hair, the scent of freshly baked bread heavy in the air. The morning sun peeking at me through leaves turning into their breathtakingly beautiful Autumn reds and yellows and oranges. I actually saw the people around me. I talked to the homeless man on the corner. I greeted the guy steaming the carpets in our apartment complex. Without a camera in front of my face to "Share" my morning, I just let myself experiense what was happening.

Yesterday, I broke up with Facebook.

No flash games demanding I drag my friends into the pastel clutches. No intense nagging to share my phone number, my home address, and my home town. No stupid "Security" questions I don't know the answer to. No more searching through three different e-mail inboxes to find a note that lets me access a social network from a new computer.

I was addicted to your allure. I was addicted to the never-ending stream of conciousness pouring in from my friends and family. I was addicted to the articles I was linked to and to not having to search for anything on my own. I started to lose my ability to think, to remember. I was addicted to the convenience of sending a "Happy Birthday" in a wall post, instead of in an e-mail or in a card.

No more.

I broke up with Facebook yesterday and I feel free.

DFTBA