Of Grief and Joy [Essay 1: Sickening]

Sickening.

There are things on this earth that I just can't stand. Blatant disregard for other humans lives. People who refuse to understand something. I'm generally a very open-minded and liberal person. I'm the person that everyone comes to when they need a shoulder to cry on and ear to talk to. I listen unbiased and I don't judge people for what they tell me. (Sometimes I feel like I should be addressed as Father when ever I'm listening to confessions.) After I've listened to what someone has to say to me I give advise to them - point them in the right direction and give them a good website - that kind of stuff.

What sickens me is when ever I need someone's shoulder to cry on or someone's ear to listen to me, I end up with the wrong shoulder and the wrong ear. It's come down to me not being able to express my true emotions in any kind of public setting. I can't cry unless I'm alone. I can't express my anger at someone face to face.

It's sad that my only release for my anger is through ranting and raging to ignorant walls and not being able to release emotion. Basically I've become a bottler. I bottle up all of my emotions. Sometimes people shake me up so much all I want to do is explode right there in their hands. But instead, I count to three, go somewhere private and fall apart anticlimactically. It sickens me that I'm the most open minded person I know. In a town of nothing but ignorant fools I happen to be the only person willing to listen and understand while the people I listen to and try to help, are unwilling to help me.

One person who came out to me actually started spreading rumors about me. I gave them my time and helped them through a bit of depression. And then when it gets out that he is gay, he starts to spread vicious rumors about me. Not just, "Oh, man. You know that Barker kid? Did you know he's gay?" No. Instead there where rumors along the lines of, "Man I caught that Barker kid blowing some guy in the bathroom the other day..." and, "You know that Barker kid likes it anal?" What gives him the right? First off, I'm not gay, and I can't stand anal. I'm also saving myself for marriage (if that ever happens). What the hell gives this person the right? Is he just trying to shove the focus off of his sexuality by making me the object of torment and ridicule once again? It's bad enough I was tortured in junior high school for looking like an ambiguous sissy. Sadly, puberty wiped any trace of ambiguity off of me. Now, I'm heavy set and hairy with the rumor of being gay added to that. As if my plate wasn't full enough already. Nothing is the way it should be. It's sickening.

I can't walk by a crowd of two or more people without hearing giggling and my name being whispered. But still, I decide to help people. I still listen unbiased. I still offer a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. I still find it sickening...

(After Thought: Maybe psychiatrist would be a good profession for me. Dr. J. T. Barker PhD…)

[Note: I'm not attempting to offend anyone. Please don't post any negatie comments, they are NOT needed at the moment. I just wanted to rant, so all I did with this is type the first sentence and let the rest flow. If it doesn't make sence to you thats to bad, I didn't write it for you.]



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