“… it’s about the illegal and humiliating actions of the UNHCR, who using photos of refugees as banners and human-buttons to collect money. This is an abuse of the dignity and humanity of the refugees…”
I’ve sometimes wondered what the kids in the Ethiopia photos (when I was a kid it was Ethiopia) think now they are adults. And I also wonder how these organisations would get folks to open their pockets without the ‘OMG the poor things’ heart-tugging photos.
Is it possible for hormones to make you clumsy? I’ve been so unco the last couple of days that I was afraid to go to circus last night. Hormones? Or the sudden lack of iron in my body? How do I fix it? It affects my brain too, and I find myself ranting impotently in a futile attempt to let out my frustration. Gah.
On the upside, at least it’s predictable. It doesn’t hurt like endometriosis. It’s about as debilitating though, and I reserve the right to run away and hide and eat too much chocolate and cry and feel sorry for myself just as much. So there.
Last night I got sucked in by a silly trick and because I was hormonal I made a dick of myself over it. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t get sucked in, and normally I wouldn’t overreact. Add that to the ‘falling over your feet all day and opening doors into your face’ thing, and you have one huge blubbing mess of angst and self-loathing.
That is what I object to. Being a complete reject for three days every month, knowing it’s happening, and yet not being able to control it. It affects your mind. Which is why I go and hide. The alternatives are not pretty, and nor am I.
TMI? *shrug* See you in a day or so.
Hmm again. Happy place. Lambs, daffodils, green grass, sunshine.. I miss Tinui so much it hurts sometimes.
Also. I made it to 50 friends! w00t! That made my day.