I may not be society normal, but I’m happy and that’s all that matters. My freshman year of high school was one of the best and worst year of my life. All I wanted more than anything was to just be normal. Being normal meant I wasn’t an easy target, nobody ever makes fun of the normal kid. I knew how I felt, but I knew the second I admitted it my life would never be the same. I would go from being a normal boy to a laughing stock in the matter of days.
One night I went out with a few friends and they introduced me to this boy. He was perfect. I had never admitted to anyone how I felt about boys. It was one of those things that was in the back of my mind that I never wanted to be true. I wanted it to just be a phase. I needed it to just be a phase. If I said that enough, eventually it would be true. All I wanted was to be normal, and if it wasn’t a phase the thought of be being normal would be down the drain. That night was the first night I had ever said the words, “I’m gay” outloud. It was like all the weight in the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time ever I felt refreshed. I felt happy. I felt free. I may not have been society normal, but in that …show more content…
I was in a healthy relationship, the majority of my family was accepting, and my grades were good. What more could I ask for? My boyfriend took ceramics for three years, he was incredible at it. I loved watching him do something he loved. That whole year he tried to convince me to take the class the following year. I would just laugh because even though I loved art, I wasn’t any good at it. The end of the year was approaching quickly. He was about to graduate and I was about to start picking classes for the following year. On the course selection sheet the word “ceramics” staired me right in the face. I knew I would love the class, but the thought of not being good at it when everyone else was terrified me. You gotta step out of your comfort zone at some point
One night I went out with a few friends and they introduced me to this boy. He was perfect. I had never admitted to anyone how I felt about boys. It was one of those things that was in the back of my mind that I never wanted to be true. I wanted it to just be a phase. I needed it to just be a phase. If I said that enough, eventually it would be true. All I wanted was to be normal, and if it wasn’t a phase the thought of be being normal would be down the drain. That night was the first night I had ever said the words, “I’m gay” outloud. It was like all the weight in the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. For the first time ever I felt refreshed. I felt happy. I felt free. I may not have been society normal, but in that …show more content…
I was in a healthy relationship, the majority of my family was accepting, and my grades were good. What more could I ask for? My boyfriend took ceramics for three years, he was incredible at it. I loved watching him do something he loved. That whole year he tried to convince me to take the class the following year. I would just laugh because even though I loved art, I wasn’t any good at it. The end of the year was approaching quickly. He was about to graduate and I was about to start picking classes for the following year. On the course selection sheet the word “ceramics” staired me right in the face. I knew I would love the class, but the thought of not being good at it when everyone else was terrified me. You gotta step out of your comfort zone at some point