Yadda yadda yadda…..
Oftentimes I get these sorts of
remarks made about me and I almost always roll my small eyes out of their
sockets.
I have a deep-seated aversion to
night life; I’m a bona fide loner who thrives in her solitude; I only recently
watched Game of thrones; I know zilch about soccer; and I'm such a scaredy-cat,
et al.
So what?
Does this make me any less human?
Why tag me odd just because I
don’t subscribe to a certain way of life? Who sets this bar? What is the canon
for what is deemed right?
So I don’t wear makeup; loathe
weaves, heels and lots of other stuff archetypal of my genus; does it alter my gender?
The mere fact that it doesn't infringe on anyone and or anything should be sufficient
for us to coexist.
Moreover, can you
envision a homogeneous human species?
Life would be totally dreary if you ask me.
It goes without saying that this miscellany
is indispensable; if for nothing else, to strike some sort of balance.
It isn't fanciful therefore to
deduce that I’m unique; as opposed to queer.
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