So, today.
Not a whole lot interesting. Slept in. Went to Shelby's house however much later in the day, and we did shit.
After that, went back home, did not much, practiced the piano, and then did not much else.

By far most importantly, which brings me to my major topic for this journal, I got my nails painted rainbow! Fucking awesome.
My 4 fingers on each hand are painted, from left pinky to right pinky, red, orange, yellow, light green, then other hand dark green, light blue, dark blue, violet. All of those have sparkles.
And then on both thumbs I have that entire same rainbow, plus some nice hot pink before the red. Fucking sexy!
Anyway, this reminds me of something else that pissed me off.
It was however many days ago, Shelby let me, in orchestra, borrow her blue scarf and white gloves for the day, and I wore them for most of the day.
And 2 of my best friends were like totally harassing me all motherfucking day, they kept telling me I was queer and I wasn't a real guy, why the fuck would a guy wear a scarf and gloves like that?

2 things about that.
1. Why in the bleeding fuck would anyone care what things I wear? I mean, I don't tend to crossdress or wear feminine things, but that's only because I don't really care to. I'm open to the concept, is the important thing.
My policy on being friends with someone is, are they pleasant to be around?
If they are, I hang around them. If they aren't, I don't. I don't care if they're any plethora of things you can imagine, I don't care if they're fucked up druggies, if they're fun people, that's awesome.
I mean, I wouldn't intrinsically care if someone was like uber-conservative-christian, one of my friends is, but the difference is he's still cool, where if there was someone who objected when I swore or was always talking about God and the Bible and got offended if I ever criticized them, I'd avoid them.
Or if someone like does meth. If they do, that's fine, but if they get so fucked up they're no longer fun to be around, that's when I'll get rid of them, if they can handle it, go for it.
Anyway, I definitely don't care what my friends wear, and even if it did somehow offend me, which I can't imagine a situation in which clothes would, I wouldn't mercilessly tease them about it, I'd just no longer hang around them, or I would if their company was still pleasant.

2. C'mon, you have to think about what you do. Generally, I think people offended by profanity probably have never thought about it whatsoever.
I could write a whole journal about why it makes absolutely no sense, and I'm pretty sure I have, but whatever. It makes no sense to get offended about, and anyone who does is probably not really a free-thinker.
I imagine they're just someone who someone tells them something and they believe it. Man, that's my main beef with religion, they teach children that blind faith is a virtue.
Anyway, all societal norms are arbitrary.
Why couldn't guys wear dresses or chicks wear flannels or some shit?'

Or, better, why do we have Santa Claus? I once saw a biography of Santa, and how he came about, and it's really weird. There was a buncha shit I don't remember...
Anyway, it makes no sense that we go from Christ's birthday to a guy in a red suit that has reindeer and flies through the world and gives toys down chimneys.
Or the Easter Bunny, why does that make sense? Go from the Resurrection to a bunny that hides eggs full of candy?
Both of them arise from random, weird societal changes. Santa came about through arbitrary drawings and illustrations at times, evolving over hundreds of years.
And Santa and the Easter Bunny and Halloween, another holiday that makes no sense, those things don't really matter, they're just a bit of fun, usually just something for kids to look forward to, although also mostly just commercialization, probably.
Anyway, they don't really matter, but they're good exercises.

That is to think, why do I do things? I bet, most people who do Halloween and Easter and Santa at Christmas have never really thought about why they're doing it, they've just been told it since they were young and so they've then instilled a lot of value in these really very arbitrary things.

Everything about culture is arbitrary, and usually, stupid.
In ancient Greece, it was common practice for an older man in his 30's or 40's to mentor a young boy and become his lover, the man being the erastes, or active, penetrating lover, and the boy being the erosmenos, or passive, penetrated lover.
This would usually go on while the boy was 12-17, until he became a man.
They married young wives, too.
Anyway, this is both socially unacceptable and illegal today.

Ugh. I've just totally run out of energy and will to finish this journal.
You can all imagine what I was going to say, shit about why the fuck did they care about the scarf and gloves I was wearing, how they didn't think about why they consider that unacceptable, they just absorbed arbitrary culture from modern-day society and accepted it wholesale with a total lack of free thought, and that the only way to avoid 1984 from happening is to inspire free thought in everyone.

But that's all you're getting, I'm tired, I ran out of energy suddenly.

Anyway, I'll be going to school on Monday with not a blue scarf, but rainbow fucking fingernails. I'll show them how to free think.

I just hope that these rainbow nails will help me with Cute Asian Guy. I'm probably going to ask his number on Monday, that'll be fun, I'll have my rainbow nails, just limp wristed be like "Oh hai thr. So, like, I wath totally wondering if I could like, have your number of thomthing? That would be like, tho cool!" (I dunno why lispy guys apparently can't say s sounds...)
Excited for that department. We'll see what my macho friends say.
I'm quite sure one of them is a legit homophobe.
If this thing with Cute Asian Guy works out, like, I'm right about him, then I'll have to come out to all of them, likely.
Because, I came out in 8th grade, to most of the friend I had then, but going into high school I got largely a new friends circle, so most of my current friends don't know about me, and I'm getting rather sick of that.
Anyway, night guys.