I feel unsatisfied. I don't feel soothed. Perhaps the problem is that I don't want to be soothed? Perhaps the idea that I might feel better tomorrow or the next day frightens me because I suspect that being soothed may simply lay the groundwork for another "shocking" attack.
Finding the courage to move forward and continue to live after a tragedy is extremely difficult -- it's one of the hardest things I've ever done. For anyone who has been through a tragic event, I wanted to share some advice.
I thought about not writing anything humorous until we could all come to grips with this injustice (So, essentially, never). But, I will and I hope other humorists do too.