Recovering from jetlag. And of course, a rant.

I suspect that it'll take a couple of days before I'm "myself" again, but I'm definitely better now than I was on the planes and airports. I'll be more than happy if I don't see another airport for a long, long time!

The pictures of my trip are now up and available on Flickr, as well as some selected shots on Deviantart. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to really get more, but I think I was just too overexcited and awed that I'd actually traveled that far, and on my own to boot. But I did it. :)

So now that I'm home, I'm actually sort of feeling a little 'alien'... it's weird. This is still my apartment, I'm home, I know the streets well and I know the places... but at the same time I don't feel as if I "belong" here anymore. I'm sure that feeling will wear off over time, but... it's certainly an odd sense of being right now. I think some of it is that I'm in limbo, not sure of what's going on with the job or whether I'm going back to school, or what. I hope to have all of that resolved by next week. Honestly, I'm thinking at this point that school is my option, because I'm tired of being jerked around. It's been over a year at this point and I'm really just sick of the whole thing.

Anyhow, do enjoy the pictures, let me know what you think of them, etc. :)

Also: an editorial about the suicide of the man in front of my apartment was published, and it's a damned good one. Read it. Link is here.

I want to make it clear that I took pictures - of the scene only. And the pedestrians that the above editorial talks about. I did not, and will not ever, take pictures of the body or of the man standing on the ledge. First of all, I couldn't see him, as he was on my side of the street and I was in my apartment at the time this all happened. Second of all, even if I could, I wouldn't have, and that's because it's disrespectful at best - and macabre at worst. I find it disgusting that someone on the street yelled out for him to actually do it.

I'm no stranger to feeling suicidal. I'm no stranger to mental health problems, Christ knows. And I find it appalling that someone would actually yell that. If I had the opportunity to say something to that person, I would so tell them to fuck themselves with a splintered broomstick - how dare you make light of someone's pain, you callous son-of-a-bitch.

I read that editorial and I was shaking with anger. I may write back. I just may.