I never know how I should to feel on this day. I always settle for ignorant/uninterested

*pokes date with long stick*
Hmmm, I don't like this at all.
There are 365,25 days in a year, yet somehow there seem to be days on which more things are happening.
At least those your history teacher wants you to remember.

( A pathetic attempt at a rant about people who seem to never have had history classes in school )

But the real reason I don't like the date has much more pragmatic reasons.
There will be demonstrations. And counter-demonstrations. And this will result in lots of police.
And I have to go to the congress by tram and have to change lines at the main station.
Where those three groups are likely to meet.
And like everyone knows there are no better ways to remember the murder of millions of people than to start shouting at each other, or in bad cases fighting in the streets.
When the only way to tell apart the left from the right is the clothing, I just want to keep far away from all those scary demonstrating people.

(no subject)

Hrmph, very clever, woman, very clever. Getting all annoyed with the problems of public transport and demonstrations in advance and forgetting to look up the time the congress was ending.
Normally there aren't any demonstrations at 1:30 and thus there were no problems at all.

Time to use the expression 'sheepish smile' I think.
Or my all time favourite 'If you were as clever as you think you are, you would think before you talk'. (Or write, or act, or... something)

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The bad thing about this congress is, that it got me thinking about what I want to do if I somehow actually finish this course of study.
I know what I want to do (well, not really, but I know the area I'd like to work in), but considering job openings and stuff like that, it's not the best choice.
The general advice is to choose a job one likes to do - but it's simply not *sensible*.

Hmm, I'll have to write the whole drama of indecisiveness down some day, maybe this will get it out of my head.