"I'd rather laugh with the Sinners...

than cry with the saints."- Billy Joel

So, yeah. My school is mostly open, accepting, understanding, and kind.

I said mostly. As it turns out, there are a few bad apples that made it past the interviews. Of course, those bad apples are mostly just average, mildly annoying, but well-meaning guys. There's only one guy at my school who I can legitimately say I cannot stand. I shan't use his name, just in case.

However, I SHALL use his views. The main thing I realized is that, according to him, just about everyone I know is going to hell/is going against God. Other races? Not as good. Other religions? Why, in his opinion YOUR perspective on God is wrong, MINE is right. How does he justify this? "The Bible says so." How do we know the Bible is trustworthy? "Because it's the word of God." How do we know it's the word of God? "Because it says so, right here." Circular logic for the fail. Oh, and you're a terrible person if you're not as straight as an arrow.

So, yeah. This kid is an ignorant asshole. Of course, what's my reaction to him saying that my friends and I are all sinners?

I laugh. Why? Because, if this is sin, I shudder to think what being good is like.

There's nothing wrong with being gay, bi, agnostic, atheist, Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Protestant, Catholic, and a million other things that people hate each other for. Nothing at all. What do you call a huge canvas? A canvas. Boring, not at all special. What happens when the colors, the thread sizes, the patterns, all that are changed up? That's right, you get a tapestry! If I have to live in a canvas world, I have no clue what I'd do. (Perhaps I could rose tint it? Although that'd still be kinda boring and monochromatic.)


Oh, also, a very short letter or three!

Dear yous,
I'm kind of awesome. Now will you admit you're goddamn adorable? Pleez? <3 <3 <3
Love, mes.

Dear person who got me to admit the above,
Thank you. That is all. :D
Love, me.

Dear everyone who has given me advice,
Thanks for giving it in great portions, and for each tidbit within those helpings being genuinely, ridiculously helpful. For example, on honesty. Or saving that signature.
Love, me.