Talking To Myself

Have you ever been speaking with someone, looking directly at them, and you just know they're not paying attention? Like, you THINK they're hearing what you're saying, but not...responding? That's my life. A huge majority of the time. It's as if I'm saying everything I need to say, as loud as I can possibly say it, but no one hears me. It's not fun. Sometimes? All I want is to be heard. This post isn't all that fun, and for that I apologize. But sometimes I just need to vent, and this is cheaper than therapy.

Our Lips Are Sealed

Earlier this week, I did something I've always secretly wanted to. I did stand up and an open mic night. While waiting for my turn, I sat through several comics. Some great, some...not so great. Three times, my sexuality was called into question. Which leads me to something I will NEVER understand: Why does it even matter? Why does who I love mean anything to anyone? And are these judgements based solely on my looks? The way I talk? What? Regardless, it's really getting old. If you've taken the time to get to know me, you know my "sexual preference", which is "often". Haaaa jokes. But seriously, I don't care who you are, who you love is your choice. If they beat you, treat you like crap, etc, I'll step in (especially if you're in my inner circle), but otherwise? Who needs to talk about it? No on, that's who. As The Go-Gos, and later Hilary and Haylie Duff said: Our lips are sealed. Unless you like ME...then I'm freaking telling EVERYONE!