Well, tonight having chickens actually brought about a bonding moment - a shared laugh between me and my dad. We don't often laugh, at least not at the same time!
Let's back up a few years. I figured out I was gay in high school. My parents figured it out shortly after when they found a "Dear John" love note I had written. My dad cried anytime he looked at me for weeks after that. I didn't mean to be gay, I guess I missed that question on the form. I do that sometimes, get bored during difficult multiple-choice tests and just start randomly picking answers. I don't think that happened on the gay question. I never had a choice, kinda like a baby chick born with 3 legs or an extra head, just something I am stuck with.
Despite being moderately good looking and possessing the ability to cheer people and make them laugh, I have never felt liked or comfortable around other people, probably because I never liked myself. I always managed to feel awkward in completely comfortable, relaxed situations. I have disliked myself so much that I have tried to "punch my own ticket" on more than one occasion.
Moving back home this year to help Mom and Dad while he battles brain cancer has been good for me, it has allowed me to finish growing up, something I think I left partly undone when I rushed away from home in a small-town weeks after high school graduation. It has allowed me to get to know my parents as fellow adults and also for them to see me as the same.
But anyway, back to the subject of my post, a friend of mine said "Congrats on your chicks, I bet your parents are proud that you finally brought chicks home!" I read this while I was in the same room as Mom and Dad and they asked what was funny. I read them the email and Dad laughed and said he wanted to make a similar comment weeks ago, but did not want to hurt my feelings. I told him I thought it was funny and we laughed together.
Well, not sure why I posted this on here, except BYC is kinda my only social outlet right now. I think I needed to get this out! I feel better now, G'night fellow BYCers
Let's back up a few years. I figured out I was gay in high school. My parents figured it out shortly after when they found a "Dear John" love note I had written. My dad cried anytime he looked at me for weeks after that. I didn't mean to be gay, I guess I missed that question on the form. I do that sometimes, get bored during difficult multiple-choice tests and just start randomly picking answers. I don't think that happened on the gay question. I never had a choice, kinda like a baby chick born with 3 legs or an extra head, just something I am stuck with.
Despite being moderately good looking and possessing the ability to cheer people and make them laugh, I have never felt liked or comfortable around other people, probably because I never liked myself. I always managed to feel awkward in completely comfortable, relaxed situations. I have disliked myself so much that I have tried to "punch my own ticket" on more than one occasion.
Moving back home this year to help Mom and Dad while he battles brain cancer has been good for me, it has allowed me to finish growing up, something I think I left partly undone when I rushed away from home in a small-town weeks after high school graduation. It has allowed me to get to know my parents as fellow adults and also for them to see me as the same.
But anyway, back to the subject of my post, a friend of mine said "Congrats on your chicks, I bet your parents are proud that you finally brought chicks home!" I read this while I was in the same room as Mom and Dad and they asked what was funny. I read them the email and Dad laughed and said he wanted to make a similar comment weeks ago, but did not want to hurt my feelings. I told him I thought it was funny and we laughed together.
Well, not sure why I posted this on here, except BYC is kinda my only social outlet right now. I think I needed to get this out! I feel better now, G'night fellow BYCers
