I was perusing some personals ads this morning — laying in bed alone tends to make one’s mind wander toward what might have been, you know — and finally came to a realization. A sad, pathetic one.
I knew all my life that I didn’t fit in, that I was stubbornly different from everyone around me, and rarely even got along with them. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it was because I was gay. Yes, that would explain it.
But now, as if to add insult to injury, I’ve concluded that I have little in common with even the vast majority of the gay world, either. I’m just as alienated and different from them as I am from the rest of the population.
That trip to another planet I keep wishing for sounds better and better all the time.
Just as an aside, the personals ads I was looking at asked for “things in your bedroom.” Quite a few guys responded, rather snottily, I thought, ‘Not a TV.’
Well, how cosmopolitan of you, sir. I’ll bet Mater and Pater are quite proud.
As for myself, I not only have a TV, but an HDTV, a DVD-player, and satellite. So there. In concession to asthetics, it is closed up in a craftsman-style armoire, but since nothing else interesting ever happens in my bedroom, I see no need to be a snooty, obnoxious poser who wants to appear more aloof and special than he is, ya know? A lot of people have a TV in their bedroom, it’s sometimes pleasant to fall asleep watching Futurama or a late night movie.
Those guys probably also claim to not have any porn in the house. Yeah, right.