Fixing the mask
I'm usually the bubbly one. I listen, smile, and keep people at arms distance. It isn't that hard.
Every once in a while the mask cracks and the loneliness seeps in. Then I do something stupid, like join a dating site, go on a blind date, or even worse head out to nightclub to see what is out there.
I've learned there is something worse than being overweight, middle aged, and alone. Being overweight, middle aged, and gay in this society. I know women are constantly raked over the coals for how they have to look and act, but I forgot how petty men can be as well.
So I gave myself some time and I've learned the lessons well. Quasi stays out of the dating game.
I just don't need any more pain that way. I'll slip my mask back in place, put away the parts of me I don't need, and fix the parts I can. The men in my family usually don't live to see seventy one. So i have a little less than thirty years left. Might as well try to be healthy and find something to turn my energy to that can at least help others. So I'll smile, listen, joke, and offer whatever advice people ask for, and know that my place will always be that of a friend. Hell I bet that would make an interesting story.
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