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14 years ago
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well. i have read a very interesting journal entry this evening.
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1627701/
and it got me to thinking. thinking about my childhood and how much i stuck out like a sore thumb. i was kind of an outcast in my youth. i would always sit in the corner of the sandbox at recess, play on the see-saw with myself. i remember on my seventh birthday, i got a Transformer toy, and i spent most of my time messing around with it. you know... instead of having fun with the other children.
this even extends to my more recent years. at my 20th birthday party, i saw the film Kick-Ass in the theaters with my closest friends. after the movie, we had my birthday cake. it was a rich chocolate tower of orgasm straight from the Desert Factory. i didn't eat a crumb of it. a rather large piece of it was sitting in front of me and i never laid a hand on it. my friends were puzzled. so was i.
but, i've gotten a little better. i'm doing better in social situations, and i have some new friends at college. including one with the same nerdy interests as i. like Doctor Who, comic books and such. her name is Elizabeth and i think i'm in love with her.
i have not seen her since we met.
but what i thought about the most after reading that journal, was last year, i was in my theatre class with my theatre mates. we were in the middle of rehearsing a stage production of Bertholt Brecht's "The Good Person of Setzuan". we were all seated in a circle after a shout fest of our innermost personal problems. mine had to do with my parents not accepting me for who i am, because i'm not a straight, conservative, republican, catholic, red-blooded Texan, being bisexual. because as we all know, gays, lesbians, and bisexuals should be excommunicated, disemboweled, and burnt at the stake because they won't have sex with girls.
anyway, after all that rabble, we sat in a circle and told about what's going on in our lives. some people talked about racism, some people talked about their problems at home, some people talked about how they never met their parents... they all had it so tough, i couldn't believe it. compared to what they went through, a few quips and pranks at your expense is like child's play. you would never know by looking at them, how sad they really are.
Every day
people in their own sweet way
like to add a coat of paint,
and be what they ain't.
that's how their little game is played. and after it was all over, i thought, "Wow. I have it way too good." some people asked me if i was doing okay after all that. i told them i had never felt better.
sometimes, all it takes is a little listen. you might learn something. i know i did.
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1627701/
and it got me to thinking. thinking about my childhood and how much i stuck out like a sore thumb. i was kind of an outcast in my youth. i would always sit in the corner of the sandbox at recess, play on the see-saw with myself. i remember on my seventh birthday, i got a Transformer toy, and i spent most of my time messing around with it. you know... instead of having fun with the other children.
this even extends to my more recent years. at my 20th birthday party, i saw the film Kick-Ass in the theaters with my closest friends. after the movie, we had my birthday cake. it was a rich chocolate tower of orgasm straight from the Desert Factory. i didn't eat a crumb of it. a rather large piece of it was sitting in front of me and i never laid a hand on it. my friends were puzzled. so was i.
but, i've gotten a little better. i'm doing better in social situations, and i have some new friends at college. including one with the same nerdy interests as i. like Doctor Who, comic books and such. her name is Elizabeth and i think i'm in love with her.
i have not seen her since we met.
but what i thought about the most after reading that journal, was last year, i was in my theatre class with my theatre mates. we were in the middle of rehearsing a stage production of Bertholt Brecht's "The Good Person of Setzuan". we were all seated in a circle after a shout fest of our innermost personal problems. mine had to do with my parents not accepting me for who i am, because i'm not a straight, conservative, republican, catholic, red-blooded Texan, being bisexual. because as we all know, gays, lesbians, and bisexuals should be excommunicated, disemboweled, and burnt at the stake because they won't have sex with girls.
anyway, after all that rabble, we sat in a circle and told about what's going on in our lives. some people talked about racism, some people talked about their problems at home, some people talked about how they never met their parents... they all had it so tough, i couldn't believe it. compared to what they went through, a few quips and pranks at your expense is like child's play. you would never know by looking at them, how sad they really are.
Every day
people in their own sweet way
like to add a coat of paint,
and be what they ain't.
that's how their little game is played. and after it was all over, i thought, "Wow. I have it way too good." some people asked me if i was doing okay after all that. i told them i had never felt better.
sometimes, all it takes is a little listen. you might learn something. i know i did.
