On India and Stressed Out Anger

The sound that my anxiety makes is: Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I have a million things to do in a very short amount of time, and I am so stressed out. So stressed out. Like crying and crying and crying stressed out. And when this happens, I like to watch Frost/Nixon and go through old files on the computer to calm down. So when I was looking through some pictures from my father’s latest trip to India, I found this. It makes me really mad, but not for the reason you’re thinking of.

This is an Indian holy symbol, a symbol that has belonged to them and their culture for hundreds of years. Then, the idiotic Nazis stole it, flipped the little things on the end and used it as a symbol for their fascist government and deplorable acts. And it really, really infuriates me that they can’t use this symbol outside of India for fear of being accused of anti-Semitism. Really, really infuriates me.

Gosh, I’m so angry right now.

But I have work to attend to, so off I stomp to the world of papers, prep books, and short answer questions.

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