i'm rubber you're glue!

in 8th grade, we studied genocide in english class.  anne frank and all that.

i gave a presentation on the genocide of native americans.  i was outraged and wanted everyone else to be too. 

one of my classmates pointed out that what we did to the native americans wasn't the same as what the nazis did to the jews.  he had a point, but i took it personally.  when the teacher invited me to talk about it after class, i acted like i didn't care.  it bugs me that i couldn't just say how i felt.

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my college friend drew and i have the same conversations over and over again. they are basically variations of this:

drew:  i'm sad.
carol:  aw. don't be sad.

carol: i feel terrible. i know i shouldn't feel terrible.
drew: don't fight it. feelings don't make sense.

somehow, that's sustained 10 years of friendship.