Howdy! I've finally gotten around to updating my journal. Things have been mightly busy here in MN.
So what can I say about my time back here.....
Well, I've learned a whole new definition for hell. I was home a week and 2 days, and my mom confronts me about being gay. It was a completely unprovoked comment, out of nowhere. At the time she was hottly lecturing me on how she believes I'm being selfish wanting to move out of state for work. It went a little like this (apologies to Mephausto & pyratwilly who've heard this before):
"and I told your dad I think you shouldn't even think about moving to the east coast," she stated.
"There's where I have a problem. I can't live here," I replied.
"That's a bunch of bullshit."
"I don't like it here. I just can't live here."
"Why?! Are you gay?!"
WTF, over. Where did that come from?
And then two day later she was talking to her realtor, who is also a friend, and brought up my not being gay again. "I was giving [my daughter] a lecture the other night and asked her if she was gay, she said, 'No,' and I was like, 'Well ok. I'm just want to know. I've had to deal with a lot of stuff, and I want to be aware of everything.'" Highly appropriate, don'cha think?
sigh
It's lonely, cold, and boring here. But if it sound like I'm desparate, let me clarify. [my apologies to p-willy who has seen this before] It's cold, but this weekend was splendid; my mother is nosy, but I chose to ignore it sometimes; I'm in the middle of nowhere, but it allows me to focus on finding a job; I'm lonely, but I appreciate my friends the more. I'm a survivor, and this isn't as bad as some of the things I've experienced in life. The firery hell of the bible might be heaven to an Eskimo. It's all relative. Hell for me is boredom and small-mindedness, and here I have both. It keeps me humble.
So what can I say about my time back here.....
Well, I've learned a whole new definition for hell. I was home a week and 2 days, and my mom confronts me about being gay. It was a completely unprovoked comment, out of nowhere. At the time she was hottly lecturing me on how she believes I'm being selfish wanting to move out of state for work. It went a little like this (apologies to Mephausto & pyratwilly who've heard this before):
"and I told your dad I think you shouldn't even think about moving to the east coast," she stated.
"There's where I have a problem. I can't live here," I replied.
"That's a bunch of bullshit."
"I don't like it here. I just can't live here."
"Why?! Are you gay?!"
WTF, over. Where did that come from?
And then two day later she was talking to her realtor, who is also a friend, and brought up my not being gay again. "I was giving [my daughter] a lecture the other night and asked her if she was gay, she said, 'No,' and I was like, 'Well ok. I'm just want to know. I've had to deal with a lot of stuff, and I want to be aware of everything.'" Highly appropriate, don'cha think?
sigh
It's lonely, cold, and boring here. But if it sound like I'm desparate, let me clarify. [my apologies to p-willy who has seen this before] It's cold, but this weekend was splendid; my mother is nosy, but I chose to ignore it sometimes; I'm in the middle of nowhere, but it allows me to focus on finding a job; I'm lonely, but I appreciate my friends the more. I'm a survivor, and this isn't as bad as some of the things I've experienced in life. The firery hell of the bible might be heaven to an Eskimo. It's all relative. Hell for me is boredom and small-mindedness, and here I have both. It keeps me humble.
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By the way you missed a killer night of sushi and lazer friggn' tage. Wish you were still here! Ryan-
Infidel