People and their People-ness
I’ve come to the conclusion that what makes people people, is the never-ending want and will to complain. I was listening to music on my laptop and my housemate came over and was liek “what is this crap?” So I said “well put something you want on, I don’t mind.” So he spent the next ten minutes complaining about the album I currently had on, rather than change it to something he’d rather listen to.
I’d like to relate this to homophobia. People love to have an “us and them” attitude to life. If a human is in a big enough “us” group which segregates from “them” in a certain way - they can’t help complaining and dissing “them”. When this happens on a large enough scale however, hatred and discrimination happens - which is where the homophobia link comes in. Personally, or maybe it’s just because I’m gay, I don’t really care for complaining about everything. If someone short changes me in a shop, I politely ask for my money back or whatever. If someone is playing football on the same field I’m playing frisbee, great. It’s a big field. We’ll keep out of each others way and enjoy our own games. If someone has their music on really loud in a bus, I put my own music in or I sit somewhere else. I don’t have this urge to complain really loudly about it. I don’t care for “them” if they want to do something different to what I do. So long as I’m not being hurt or hated, what’s the point in arguing? I really want to know what people love complaining so much about!
MINIONS MAKING OUT!!! <3 <3 <3
I am a student. I am a lesbian. I am also a student lesbian. I’ve not known I’m a complete gay for a very long time. I first realised I liked girls four years ago (when I was 16) and so have only been “noticing” people in “that” way for a few years. Also, there were no gay girls in my high school or college (not that I knew anyway!!) so I haven’t had a lot of interaction with fellow lesbians. I met my first fully fledged lesbian in Fresher’s Week of university. Was strange. Wasn’t entirely sure to what to do and I must confess my downstairs department went a bit crazy. But apparently they’re human too!!
Anyway. Am starting this blog to give aid to fellow new lesbians, learn from the experienced and generally give an insight into all the strange things the world has to offer me and what comes out me noggin.
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Playing with the sandpit in first year of primary school. Then I got a boyfriend and we were inseparable until he moved 200 miles away a year later.