Happy birthday, Trudy!
{{{Ginger and Bitches}}} back. I feel slightly calmer this morning, but my stomach is doing acrobatics when I think about it. I expect few more fights and clashes about this, and some more tears. I never knew how to hide my true feelings about anything, so I find it hard to be in the same room with my parents and pretend that everything is alright. They really think it's something I will be able to adjust to, and they're so, so wrong. While yes, this isn't a black-and-white situation, and there will be ways I'll be able to kick the system's ass, the day I'll "adjust" to this idea will be the day I won't be able to call myself leftist any longer.
Next week I have two interviews in human right agenda. One is for internship at the Ministry of Justice's human trafficking fight branch. The other is partial scholarship at a feminist Jewish-Arab organization, working in "bad" areas, helping to and torturing kids. And I feel now like a huge hypocrite, going to those interviews with the very real option that I might live in a sort of a place which make their interests so much harder.
Also. I have no idea what to say in such cases, but I know it's the 9/11 anniversary. Despite being from the Land of the Randomly Explosive Buses, I can't even imagine what you've been through that day, but I do know it sucks beyond belief. I know that unease when realizing the date-of-past-discomfortable-event, or when unease you "forgot" to feel the unease. Just take a deep breath. I don't know if it'll make it easier, but breathing is important, and might give yourself few seconds of rest before continue facing the world today. {{{Buffistas}}}