Being Told What To Do

Being told what to do and believing in something are different things.  I have only done what I’ve been told to do going on five years now.  How would I be able to believe in events and happenings any longer.  When the feedback, instructions, direction, comments, and everything else has been counter-productive, counter-intuitive, the very opposite of positive reinforcement – a principle and foundation for management, communication, and understanding.

I did not have a choice, I had to wear shorts to work because my pants are ripped to shreds not suitable for wear.  I did not want to wear shorts.  I do not want to wear shorts because of that woman on her motorcycle.  How many years does it take?  How many times, how many ways, how many years do I have to say – NO.  No, you are not allowed.  How many different times and years must I text, I do not want to go to the movies with you!  No, I do not want to work with you.  No, you were never valid.  No, I do not want to be your friend.  Also, no you are not my grandfather.

This is not discrimination.  I have a right to my own body.  It will not now nor ever, ever, ever, ever be a woman.  There is nothing wrong with being straight.  It is discrimination against me for being straight, daring to say I was born straight will always be straight.  I mean it is so beyond dumb, moronic, and stupid that I am still writing about this.

This person was never valid and should never have been allowed – EVER.  If they ever were.  It is a crime against me and I will not see it any other way.

I know who I am.  I have not lied about my sexuality, ever, or wanted anything other than straight men – EVER!  There is nothing wrong with that.

I heard him say he was sorry, we will be having coffee in a bit.  I understand you better than you think.

They tore my pants apart because they have the name David on them.  Because they are jealous of David or believe they have a right or claim to me when they do not.  Whoever they are.  I believe my hair loss was done in part because David laughed with me, enjoyed me, thought I was fun and funny when I placed the sticker on my head.  There was nothing wrong with what I did.  I have done it for so many years since I was a child it is just a part of who I am.  Why would someone want to destroy something that brought light, fun, happiness, and joy to another human being?!  Because he was a man?!  It is beyond shameful.  Men have rights just as women have rights.

When you love someone, they become a part of you.  When you love they become a part of you whether it is a pet, animal, or a person.  It should never be taken away or severed like my mother, or my cats, or my family, or my past.

When time moves on feelings and circumstance might change however when love was once a part of you it stay with you.

It is hurtful and disrespectful to me and David as human beings being capable of moments.