All my life, I have been a hot slob. It’s who I am. It’s the way I’m comfortable. I tried to hide it but what was the use?
I was born this way.
My coming out was hardest on my mother, poor thing. She made comments like, you’ll grow out of it. I’m not too worried. Just wait until you have a place of your own.
While under my parents’ roof, I abode by their rules. I lived as closely to my natural lifestyle as possible without encroaching on their especially high standards of living. I didn’t want to embarrass them. I just wanted to be me.
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I am incensed, enraged. I am what the kids would call shook.
I am more than incensed. I am murderous, toward a fictional character.
I just watched—for the first time—the movie The Great Gatsby.
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Over the course of this year, I have tried and signed up for many a new thing, all on the journey to become—what I refer to as—”a real adult grown up human person.”
Wifi bills. Accounting apps. Dental insurance.
And getting my own Costco card.
Oh yeah. I went out and dun’it. Got my photo taken and everything.
Stupid black-and-white photo on the back of that card makes me look like a smiling, psychopathic serial killer. But whatever.
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