thanxgiving
rating: overall "ehn"
food was good. took a nap. nap was good. went to wal-mart like WAY too many times in 1 day. a little drama around that 1. davis wouldn't speak to dad [not to mention it sucked not having him there & he's all in pain and whatnot cuz of his ankle/foot being broken].
i realize w/ all that's happened thru the past year or so, i really do have a lot to be thankful for. i have great friends...i can't even begin to put into words what needs to be said...jk lg ss ah mw hs sp bv dd lm...so many more...i realize sometimes i'm an ass, and i've gotten accustomed to being labeled that role. but i know i shouldn't be like that most of the time, and i'm working on it [i really am]. i just wanna thank every1 for putting up w/ me & keeping me in check!
so...i was eating dinner in the dining room w/ mom's sisters and grandmamma...and grandmamma asked me if i had a girlfriend. [i just knew this was going to happen].
and i said, "no"
"well, are ya lookin for 1?"
"no"
"aren't u interrested?"
"not really"
"not even a little?"
"nope"
"well, are what r u interrested in? u'r not interrested in boys, are ya?"
and i looked at her... she said, "r u telling me something?"
*shrug* "u asked"
"lee, r u telling me something?"
"well, i wouldn't have told u, but u brought it up"
...so she proceeded to tell me that i was crazy and had no way to be sure and that i needed to see a therapist just to be sure and that maybe a therapist could "cure me" etc...
"does your mamma know?"
"yes"
"well, are u proud?"
"what's not to be proud of? i didn't ask for this. it's what i got. believe me, i wouldn't have chosen this path, had i been given that choice. it's not an easy thing"
so the conversation was over. i didn't want to talk about it, she was obviously having problems meeting an out person.
but then about 20 mins later, so called me back in her room and told me she loved me and that she was proud of me...
kinda confusing, i know, but that made it a little better.
so, i have 2 thoughts from all of this:
1) y would i have ever stopped being loved?
and 2) my aunt ann says that we all choose our own life paths...so, then y did i choose this life? y not another?
food was good. took a nap. nap was good. went to wal-mart like WAY too many times in 1 day. a little drama around that 1. davis wouldn't speak to dad [not to mention it sucked not having him there & he's all in pain and whatnot cuz of his ankle/foot being broken].
i realize w/ all that's happened thru the past year or so, i really do have a lot to be thankful for. i have great friends...i can't even begin to put into words what needs to be said...jk lg ss ah mw hs sp bv dd lm...so many more...i realize sometimes i'm an ass, and i've gotten accustomed to being labeled that role. but i know i shouldn't be like that most of the time, and i'm working on it [i really am]. i just wanna thank every1 for putting up w/ me & keeping me in check!
so...i was eating dinner in the dining room w/ mom's sisters and grandmamma...and grandmamma asked me if i had a girlfriend. [i just knew this was going to happen].
and i said, "no"
"well, are ya lookin for 1?"
"no"
"aren't u interrested?"
"not really"
"not even a little?"
"nope"
"well, are what r u interrested in? u'r not interrested in boys, are ya?"
and i looked at her... she said, "r u telling me something?"
*shrug* "u asked"
"lee, r u telling me something?"
"well, i wouldn't have told u, but u brought it up"
...so she proceeded to tell me that i was crazy and had no way to be sure and that i needed to see a therapist just to be sure and that maybe a therapist could "cure me" etc...
"does your mamma know?"
"yes"
"well, are u proud?"
"what's not to be proud of? i didn't ask for this. it's what i got. believe me, i wouldn't have chosen this path, had i been given that choice. it's not an easy thing"
so the conversation was over. i didn't want to talk about it, she was obviously having problems meeting an out person.
but then about 20 mins later, so called me back in her room and told me she loved me and that she was proud of me...
kinda confusing, i know, but that made it a little better.
so, i have 2 thoughts from all of this:
1) y would i have ever stopped being loved?
and 2) my aunt ann says that we all choose our own life paths...so, then y did i choose this life? y not another?