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55. I am grateful for my insane brother. We went out today to get chocolate-covered goji berries for Mum for Easter (we have to go halves because they are so expensive). On the way home Icky Thump came on the radio and I made excited noises because I love the White Stripes, and Marty turned up the volume until the windows rattled. Before today I'd assumed that was just a figure of speech, but no. He drives kind of scarily, and I love him for that, because he's so young and not afraid. That can a dangerous attitude to have, I know, but as someone who's spent her entire life being scared of pretty much everything, I think it's amazing. Whenever I have somewhere difficult to go I try to bring Martin, because his confidence rubs off on me.
Sort of unrelatedly: I remember this one time about three years ago, we were at the movies and I started to freak out and cry because of the crowd, so he went and bought me M&Ms. That's a really simple gesture no doubt born of his complete ignorance of what to do in that situation, but it was such a massive relief after the endless repetitions of "breathe slowly through your nose ... visualise a calming waterfall" that I was pretty much okay after that, and really touched.
So, yeah. I love my brother. ♥
I'm participating the March 21 thing (10am Friday to 10am Saturday my time). People are saying it won't do any good, and, I know, they're probably right. Seriously, it's only one day, and a religious holiday at that. But it's not really about making a difference, at least not from my point of view, because SUP can and will ultimately do as they please. This is about ... demonstrating that we're not happy. If people had said instead, "We will each of us buy a watermelon, carve an angry face into it, and send it to their international headquarters," I would still be behind that. Whatever it is, we just have to do something.
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