I think it was directed at the second party. But also shouted at the boundless void in the hope that someone, something, anything with the power to make things make sense hears us. Just like most of my posts.
i feel that way sometimes. one time i was tracking a little group of 5 deer (2 female, one male, and two 5-month-old fawns), and i had lost them. i said
“shit.” and somebody said
“what’s wrong?” to which i replied
“i lost the deer i was tracking.”
“hmmm.” said the voice sympathetically. “yes, that will happen sometimes. no matter.” i then realized that somebody was talking to me when i shouldn’t be talking to people nobody knew about my secret place in the woods.
“wait.” i said turning around. it was a bird.
“yes?” the bird cocked his head. it was a cardinal. my patron bird. “is something the matter?”
“yes,” i said, “you’re a talking bird.” the bird twitched his feathers.
“is that a problem?” i shook my head.
“no, i just was surprised. ive never seen a talking bird before.”
“well, now you have. but im here for a very special reason.”
“what reason is that?”
“Extremely special. but, before i tell you, I must tell you my name.”
“my name is Red.”
dun dun dunnnnnnnnn its actually a story I’m writing so tune in for more soon
Your religion sets rules for you. I don’t practice your religion. You don’t get to inflict your beliefs on me. Fuck off.
wait is that to me or to her
I think it was directed at the second party. But also shouted at the boundless void in the hope that someone, something, anything with the power to make things make sense hears us. Just like most of my posts.
i feel that way sometimes. one time i was tracking a little group of 5 deer (2 female, one male, and two 5-month-old fawns), and i had lost them. i said “shit.” and somebody said “what’s wrong?” to which i replied “i lost the deer i was tracking.” “hmmm.” said the voice sympathetically. “yes, that will happen sometimes. no matter.” i then realized that somebody was talking to me when i shouldn’t be talking to people nobody knew about my secret place in the woods. “wait.” i said turning around. it was a bird. “yes?” the bird cocked his head. it was a cardinal. my patron bird. “is something the matter?” “yes,” i said, “you’re a talking bird.” the bird twitched his feathers. “is that a problem?” i shook my head. “no, i just was surprised. ive never seen a talking bird before.” “well, now you have. but im here for a very special reason.” “what reason is that?” “Extremely special. but, before i tell you, I must tell you my name.” “my name is Red.” dun dun dunnnnnnnnn its actually a story I’m writing so tune in for more soon
Bruh what
that’s what I said I was like what was that about
“I’m on a diet. It’s wrong for you to eat donuts.”
It’s extra funny because the most homophobic people have big “you brought donuts to the office and now I hate you” energy
Maybe that’s exactly it. Maybe they hate gay people because they hate the temptation that they offer.
Let’s not pretend we’re breaking new ground here, it’s been that way a while