Today I came home from work and the first thing I find upon my bed is a letter. I had completely forgot about it and I knew exactly who it was even without an address on it. I knew I wasn't gonna read it until I had time for myself and was going to be truly alone.
I have read it and did everything it called for. I can't reveal what the content of the letter was but basically it was just a way of appreciating what I've done and who I am. This letter truly made my day and I was practically smiling through the whole thing.
It definitely has made my day/night even better and the part that stuck out the most to me was,
"Today, I will be praying over you ALL day. So let go of any worries, sorrows, disappointments. Give them all to God, for I will make sure He takes care."
Right now I'm worried about a particular event I'm supposed to take part in and there are complications. I really hope it works out. And to tie in with that, after I got off work, I sat with friends and we were talking for awhile. So one of my friends was like, "I need to ask you a question." And usually I know where this is headed but I was calm because just maybe it was something else.
But then the burning question hit me, "Are you gay?" I said no, and then he said, "Are you sure?" Ummm...yeah? I'm confident in knowing who I am and what my sexuality is. Of course this is going through my head. And I say, "Do you want me to pinky promise?" You know, just messing because it didn't seem like a big deal. Sorta. His response, "Man, it's stuff like that!" Like wow, judging based on what I say and jumping to the conclusion I'm gay.
Gah, I was just pissed off. Just constant reminders to make me hate myself sometimes. I'm different so that must mean I'm gay. Society is one messed up picture. I just thought the asking and judging had ended, but no, this is a problem that still persists. Hatred...it's a horrible thing. And I don't want to be the person to be full of it.
Just let go of my worries, anger, disappointments, and sorrow somehow...
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