See you sucka
While there are many disadvantages to getting older, there are many surprising advantages. One these is you don’t care about stuff nearly as much. Today’s news is a prime example: the passing of grandmother. Yes, when I got the text this morning, I was sad, shocked, a bit surprised but not that surprised since we’ve been on death watch for a month or two now. For a couple of hours I felt sad and searched for flights to attend the funeral. I think what helped clear my mind is the hour and a half I spent at the gym after work. And even more so when I came home and chatted with a cute guy on Grindr though he turned out to be a bottom. Now I am fully in my element and in no way considering spending $1,000 on a flight ticket to attend the funeral. Not only do I not care, but I would prefer to spend the weekend avoiding emotions in cool, foggy San Francisco and Daly City. Even a few years ago, it would have taken me a lot longer to feel bad about not attending such a funeral, days spent beating myself up about it. Now, it took me about a day to go from caring a whole lot to feeling back in my element and in charge of my emotions and my life. I should add, it’s not that I am avoiding funerals in general. I only avoid funerals of homophobic heterosexuals.