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Apparently yesterday was enough, but two days of services just took it too far in terms of my comfort zone. I walked out about fifteen minutes after we got in the chapel, and spent the rest of my time either wandering about the rest of the synagogue or sitting on the hood of someone's Volvo in the parking lot and trying not to cry.

I met up with wingdance's mom while I was trying to compose myself and she had me call wingdance. The whole conversation was a hell of a lot more helpful than two sessions with the counselor at school.

I seriously don't know why I'm having religion issues, aside from the fact that my parents seem to be trying to push it on me. In the last, oh, at least year, I haven't been able to sit through a service without either leaving, crying, or both.

Also, please make the badfic stop. The misogynist!Decepticon thing is fucked up beyond comprehension and I'm MSTing this baby as soon as I get through the other one.

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I'd like to extend a warm welcome to medievalmystery, aka my mother, as one more mystery of the intarwebs becomes clearer to her.

...oh bugger. Now friendslock will not be enough to hide my vast quantities of pr0n. *wonders if this was such a good idea*