Really random title, but it fits just about every situation possible, doesn't it? I give you permission to use it if you ever need to.
So I'm kinda freaked out because yesterday I had some sort of weird internalised-homophobia thing going on and I was majorly freaking out, because I'm accepting of my sexuality, whatever that may be, and I'm proud, yaddayaddayadda, but I was not happy. Pretty much nothing triggered it, either. It was just, in the middle of Latin Bday walked by my desk and I thought something along the lines of:
And so then suddenly my brain goes, 'AAAH NO THIS ISN'T RIIIIGHT IT'S NOT HOW PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK NOOOO'
and the rational part of my mind goes:
But I was attempting to ignore my thoughts all day, but still- evolution designed a men's body and a woman's body to do some things, and homosexuality isn't included. So I felt... excluded, somehow?
And then I was listening to my iPod, which, as you may have guessed, has a large number of showtunes on it, me being me. A large number of the showtunes are duets, all of which are heterosexual. And at some point, after wayyy to many duets Shuffled themselves up in a row, I was thinking, 'Hell, even male and female VOICES are supposed to go together :('
(Please don't argue with me, I've already said all the usual things to myself, and I seem to be over this now.)
But just as I was beginning to truly flip, my iPod proved that it IS psychic (something I've suspected for awhile) and gave me the Glee Baby, It's Cold Outside next.
And I was like:
And then my iPod played every other same-sex duet on it in a row. I have like 200 songs on it, like 5 are same-sex duets. 4 of these are Glee. Baby, It's Cold Outside is the best.
My iPod has magic powers.
Anyway, I seem to be over my random spasm of Accepting-Myself-Issues. I wonder why it happened. *shrug*