I'm not absolutely sure how I'll be standing relationship wise when I'm older. Am I going to make a good partner? Or will I be the one singing at other people's weddings? What will I be?
I have joked with my friends countless times that when and if I get married, I'll wear an emerald green tux with green rhinestones on it. We laugh about it and how ridiculous it sounds.
I'm not sure though. Is it possible for me to have that much confidence? I have never thought of myself getting married, simply because I want to travel and live and explore. It hasn't occurred to me until now that I can do all these things with someone by my side. We could adventure and live and laugh. And if I get old and have children, adopted or natural, I'll pass down my stories about how much we loved life. One day, I hope that I can find that person who I've been looking for and we can belong and be and all that goes into togetherness. I'm not sure if I'll make the best significant other, but I'll try and try and if we fall apart, I'll start over again.
Showing posts with label who am I. Show all posts
Showing posts with label who am I. Show all posts
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Who Am I?
Being the person I am, I sometimes come across as all-knowing of myself. The truth is though, I'm still learning.
I can't(as of now)say that I am one thing. I can't identify. It's hard for some people to understand. I don't even fully understand my feelings.
So many questions come into my life every day, undirected: Are you a boy or a girl? Are you a lesbian? What are you? Why do you dress like that?
I can't answer all of them because I don't have the answers. I don't know what I am.
It makes me mad when people say I'm weird or crazy. Mostly the way they stare, though. As if I really am crazy.
What's with it? Look at it. Does it know its hair is missing?
These questions I don't even need to answer. They are there purely to harass me.
I know how I look and I know that others know too. Someday I hope I'll know what and who I am. Until then, I'm left to my peers and their stares. I wonder if they know how dumb they look staring. Yes, I'm human. Thank you for making me visable.
I can't(as of now)say that I am one thing. I can't identify. It's hard for some people to understand. I don't even fully understand my feelings.
So many questions come into my life every day, undirected: Are you a boy or a girl? Are you a lesbian? What are you? Why do you dress like that?
I can't answer all of them because I don't have the answers. I don't know what I am.
It makes me mad when people say I'm weird or crazy. Mostly the way they stare, though. As if I really am crazy.
What's with it? Look at it. Does it know its hair is missing?
These questions I don't even need to answer. They are there purely to harass me.
I know how I look and I know that others know too. Someday I hope I'll know what and who I am. Until then, I'm left to my peers and their stares. I wonder if they know how dumb they look staring. Yes, I'm human. Thank you for making me visable.
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