Strange, Isn't It?

Wrong and Right

Who can really tell what's wrong and what's right? I can't, that's for sure.

STORY TIME

I was grade 5. My life was a mess. At least, according to my teachers. They saw what I did as bad, disrespectful, shameful, and terrible. Me? I was just being honest.

Wanna know what I did?

I told somebody I was bi. That somebody told another, and another, and it was spread throughout the entire batch. The batch probably told the teachers.

Soon enough, it reached my mother.

My mother told my dad, who talked to me.

Apparently I wasn't supposed to be bi. It wasn't how they raised me to be.

While they talked to me, I was thinking," This is what you get for being honest. Everyone judges and gets pissed. And yet, they ask you for the truth."

NO MORE STORY TIME

If you ask me, it's a lot better to lie. But that's just me.

Speaking of which, people also say that lying is bad.

What if, to that person, lying isn't? What if, that was how she survived in this mess of a world?

ANYWAY......

I don't get how people are just like,"Oh, that's bad. Don't do that."

If they thought about what the other thought, they would've just said, "Oh. Okay, then." and didn't judge.

There it is again.

JUDGING.

STOP IT OR I WILL STICK MY VIOLIN BOW UP YOUR NOSE.

STOP JUDGING.

LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE. THEY'RE DOING WHAT THEY WANT TO DO.

LET THEM BE YOU CHICKENS.

YOU WILD CHICKENS LIVING ON THE FORESTS OF ALBANIA.

WILD.