Wednesday, May 29, 2019
My Bisexuality :: Personal Narrative Writing
My BisexualityDreams are dangerous and wild things, but once captured and tamed, powerful insights to who you really are. I had the classic American dream growing up, determination Prince Charming, getting married and living in a nice house with a white picket fence, two befools, and a dog. As I got old(a) that dream of mine faded away until, one day, it no longer existed. The funny thing is, I can pinpoint that day exactly and how it changed my life.I was a sophomore in high school and, after overcoming the stresses of my freshman year and having made a name for myself, I was quite content with who I was. I wasnt the popular cheerleader Barbie that everyone adores, but that was okay. I was me, and I was finally beginning to accept that. Years before, elementary through junior high, I was the kind of kid that was constantly insulted and teased. High school had been a new start for me, and I was proud of it. I seemed to ooze confidence myself, and however it happened, it drew other s to me that shared my resembling interests. In other words, I had real friends. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, to have friends, to belong I was me, really me, and I completely belonged.Then, it happened. I was at band practice, as usual, watching the marching drill from the sidelines. I cant remember what exactly caught my eye, but the next thing I knew I was in all entranced by the brass section. Maybe it was one of fates silvery threads whatever it was, I was under its spell. Did I just see what I think back I saw? Yes, yes I did It was the weirdest thing there was a green trumpet. Not gold, not silver, but greenWow I thought. Thats just awesome. I wonder what kind of person actually plays a green trumpet. And there you have it. The day that changed my life all started with nave curiosity. What can I imagine? It was so hot outside that my skin was melting into puddles on the pavement, I was absolutely bored out of my mind, and a green trumpet (and the owner of such) offered a pleasant change of pace in the monotonous tone of my day. I know, it sounds crazy, but from the first moment I saw the midday sun waver off that emerald instrument, fates plan had already been set in motion.
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