..Caution. This may be a long one..
I have a heavy burden upon me as this week closes. It resides in the back of my mind accompanying every thought. It lays its head upon my very soul. I have the highly stressful task of coming out to my younger brothers this weekend. Yes, I am happy they are finally at the age where, according to their mom, they are old enough to understand. Yes, I am scared shitless because I am an over-thinker that always instantly extrapolates the outcome of a situation to be the worst imaginable. Yes, I know it has to be done eventually.
No, I am not ready. Continue Reading
You ever seem to notice that when something goes wrong, people, or you yourself if you’re willing to accept that, tend to blame the other person or the situation? Like it’s very rare that we instantly find that the fault is with ourselves for that moment. It is impossible to that we can cause our own wrongdoing. We are never to blame. We are perfect.
Until we try to order chinese food and call the wrong number. Continue Reading
I was, afterwards, ashamed of a thought in my head while my 4 year old nephew was playing with his little piano toy. It was some Cheetah Girls pink leopard spotted thing with songs from the movie amd a microphone. The first thing in my head was “Why did my sister buy this girly thing for him? Couldn’t they find some blue piano with songs?” Then it was “How can I stop my little nephew from playing with such a girly looking toy?” I am a horrible individual. Especially identifying within the LGTBQ community, I lose extra points in the karma circle of goodness.
Yes, I saw the movie when I was a kid.
Yes, I realize it’s probably a “cheetah” print and not a leopard.