As a long time lurker here, Cantata has always struck me as one of the
least confused people on these forums
Huh, the person with five post drops in to leave me this one post.
I don't know man. Cantata didn't seem to know if homosexuality was a choice or not but knew right away that bisexuality was.
Here I'll give another long and drawn out example of how the entire conversation went. Only to help give you an over view of what I was trying to do. The topic has nothing to do with the OP but will highlight exactly how our conversation took place. It will also not represent any of the people involved in anyway. Other then to show how the conversation went.
As I said, I'm bipolar. Last emotional meltdown I had was roughly ten years ago. I don't know if you've ever suffered through manic depression, let me assure it sux.
I calmly took myself to the psych ward and because I was calm they didn't strap me to a gurney. They did give me a juice box and ask me to wait until they contacted my doctor. I'm laying on the gurney looking up at the ceiling, more like through it at the stars outside in my mind. Thinking this sux and I need to see the shrink soon. Suddenly they brought in this girl who was screaming her head off. NO! over and over again.
She was cute, have to admit. As her sobbing yelps of NO! got louder and louder the staff was rushing to get something, anything to calm her down.
I sat up and looked her in the eye from across the room. I wanted her pain to stop even though my pain felt almost out of control.
She seen me and stopped yelling and stared back into my eyes. Calm.
You know what happened? She gained understanding.
She seen the pain in my eyes and knew she wasn't alone. Someone felt as bad or almost as bad as she did. Someone else knew what she was going through and she seen that.
Thats all it takes in this world for people to get along. Understanding.
Thats what my post was about.
Then, suddenly. A gay guy in a pink football uniform and a tutu runs into the room, slams a football down onto the floor and yells, Touchdown!
The gay guy then yells out, all right people ... People! Gather round, everyone gather round. I don't want to have to say this twice!
This adversity thing is really bringing me down. Sooo! We're going to have to change all that. No more independent thought. Everyone! YooWoo! Yes hello? Everyone!
From now on everyone is going to have to think like me. I would really rather enjoy getting married. So from now on just don't rationalize stuff.
Seriously! I don't have the time or patients to make you understand, so here are some words I need you all to remember.
Preference, interest and gay!
If a man likes red hair, he could also very well be gay. Don't forget sandy blond hair. Thats the color of Jude Laws hair and that man can sink his ship in my waters anytime! Oh snap.
Thats how the conversation went, not representing anyone. Just an example of what happened.
Now this next example is how it looked. Once again I am in no way shape or form trying to compare anyone to this example. I am simply saying how it looked. I'm going to use dogs, but I do not think in the least that anyone here is a dog.
There are two dogs with two different owners. Both dogs are given smart pills. One dog is rational and understanding. The other dog is in denial and is in no way willing to cope with reality.
The rational dog takes his pill and suddenly says...
Man, the toilet bowl. Really I had no idea what you guys used it for. I apologize, I feel so ashamed. I always ever knew that the water was cool and refreshing. I really really had no idea you guys defecated in there.
Oh man! the liter box! Oh my gosh that wasn't just a crunchy nugget. You know? like a candy bar. I had no idea it was cat poop. Oh man I need mouth wash. Hey, Hey! You got any mouth wash?
That dogs owner then does the following. *pats the dog on the head*
Good boy! You're such a good boy! Here, here's some mouth wash. We're going to the store later. Would you like to come along and pick out what you want for dinner and maybe later you can choose what gender you want to marry.
Now the dog in denial takes his pill.
Well, you see... I have developed a highly heightened sense of personal preference for the toilet bowl and as a result I really have to drink the toilet water. The waters cool and refreshing and it makes my nose tingle.
Oh man. Toilet water, I think I'll have some right now.
By the way I have also grown a very high and sensitive likeness for cat poo. So please ignore the fact that I eat it and that I will more then likely be eating my own poo later.
That dogs owner does the following.
Bad dog! No gay marriage for you! And hits him on the nose with a news paper.