My family don’t do communication: they do violence.
Today’s post is going to be about something I honestly do not understand about my family.
Number one, EVERYBODY IS NOSY.
Number two, EVERYBODY ASSUMES CRAP.
Number three, EVERYBODY IS OPINIONATED AS F*CK.
My cousin wore eyeliner a couple days ago. And his Dad went batcrap crazy and called MY Dad and my Daddy dearest told my Mummy dearest and Mum came running to me with one question: “Is Soum gay?”
And I told her it wasn’t any of her business. Like seriously, Mum, cut it out!
My cousin’s sexuality isn’t any of her business, right? Pretty much like your sexuality isn’t any of my business. I don’t get this. It’s just love, what does it matter WHO you love? When are people gonna understand!? Forget about people, I just want my family to understand.
It’s bad enough they pushed him into med school too. He wanted to study animation. He had a fabulous Instagram, where he’d post his drawings. And now? He’s in therapy and not okay. Not in the slightest. He came out to me about his bisexuality and I didn’t tell the family, because they think this is a giant form of perversion. Sheesh.
Also, I don’t want him to run away.
This other guy stole his Mum’s jewelry and ran away to Canada because his parents stopped talking to him. The very instant he came out to them. They tried fixing it like it were a disease. How do you even think that you can find a “cure” for homosexuality/bisexuality, when none of it is even a medical condition? Why not find a cure for your own narrow-mentality instead?
If you can’t accept this as the same love that’s underneath every relationship, be it a straight or a gay relationship, you just gotta keep shut. You don’t deserve to be a bloody opinionated picklepot about it. I don’t care if you live or die, just let live.
Be the bigger person.