Anxiety disorders show themselves differently in everyone who have them. My fear of public transit is almost totally irrational, I know -- that's actually the most frustrating thing about it. I know it's irrational, but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with the anxiety.
Banksy, the anonymous yet somehow ubiquitous graffiti artist from Bristol, UK, has unveiled his latest project: a dystopian version of Disneyland called "Dismaland" (Dismal Land) -- and it's bad. It's bad, and it's uninteresting. Everything about Dismaland laments "the world is a terrible place."
13-years-old: I get up to get some paper from the cubbies in the front of the classroom and a boy follows me. He loudly asks me why Indian girls are so hairy. I stare at him, shocked, wanting to disappear. He presses on, telling me all brown girls are unattractive and he's only ever met one girl hairier than me. He tells me her name, as though I'd know her. I turn around and ignore him until he goes away. The whole class is quiet -- no one sticks up for me. I learn what it's like to hate your skin. Really, really hate it.