Welcome! Short chapter for a longer story.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own emotion, I rent...
You could say that I am a bitch. It has, in fact, been said by multiple people on various occasions. Likewise, you could say that I am a fag, which has been said by various people on multiple occasions and is probably more accurate than the latter while being simultaneously less politically correct. Nonetheless, these two assumptions made by people who are not me do showcase certain aspects of my personality which I feel the need to address.
As a gay teen in small town Ohio, there is clearly some pressure to conform to those homosexual stereotypes perpetuated by the media—the feminine, metrosexual, dramatic bitch who will take anything he can get. For those of you still stuck in the plebeian TV circuit, think Jack in Will & Grace. Though I fall within some of these categories, I would like to think myself more skilled and far more intelligent than Jack, regardless of the admitted witticism of the show itself. I mean, I will admit that perhaps my attention to hygienic detail and fashion chic may be more than a little influenced by these characters in the media, but I really truly do love my few investment pieces like Armani and Marc Jacobs simply because they are Armani and Marc Jacobs and that means true, pure, and clean class.
Regardless, I am admittedly skimming over some of the more troubling facets of my personality. My quick temper, occasionally mean demeanor, belittling nature, and conniving mind, for example. I can, however, attribute these quirks to precise monumental events in my life and it may, therefore, surprise some of my peers to find that underneath the cool outer shell, I am actually quite a positive and trusting individual. Nevertheless, allow me to break it down fault by fault so it can be more easily understood by those of you who are so inexplicably eager to learn about every aspect of my personality. I mean, I won't complain. I always have had a penchant for monologues and a soft spot for the spotlight.
Therefore, I suppose I'll start at the beginning. Well, the beginning of the end for her, the beginning of a new life for my father and I, and the beginning of an era of shame and derision for myself. At age six, I learned the meaning of the word "ennui" and began applying it to my life at an alarming rate of speed and frequency. She would have been proud of my vocabulary and disappointed with my dissatisfaction. She'd always said that attitude determines one's life and, well, it turns out it really does.
Feel free to leave a review. I'm interested in your views on my characterization as I just devoured the entire season of Glee within the past 6 days. Thank you! Also, points for he who identifies the show the chapter title is from! :D
