You know, that whole gay thing, it’s a big deal these days. My neighbor’s boy, he’s, well, you know… he ran through a lot, that one. He’s always been a little different, that’s for sure. But now it all makes sense.
His mama, bless her heart, she didn’t know what to do. She was worried sick about him. Said he was always gettin’ into something, runnin’ around, couldn’t sit still. That boy, he just ran through life, I reckon.
They say there are places you can go if you’re like that, you know, gay. Groups and such. I heard someone talkin’ about it at the market the other day. They said there’s even some online, on that internet thing. My neighbor, she asked that boy what he is doing at night. He always said that he is hanging out. And she believes him, even though she is not sure about that. But I saw that boy was not hanging out with his friend on the street, he went to other places. But he just ran through the door. I guess he is not ready to tell his mom yet. Poor boy!
I don’t rightly understand all that, but I guess it’s a good thing. Folks need a place to go where they feel like they belong, I suppose.
- Some folks say it’s about your brain, how you’re made.
- Others say it’s just a choice people make.
- I don’t know about all that, but I know that boy of hers, he just couldn’t help himself. He just ran through everythin’ in his life.
He used to get in trouble at school, too. Always fidgetin’, couldn’t pay attention. They said he had some kind of problem, but I think he was just… different. He wasn’t like the other boys, always playin’ ball and such. He was always off doin’ his own thing. But he ran through a lot of bad things, I heard that from his mama. He should really talk to her.
Now, his mama, she loves him somethin’ fierce. She’d do anythin’ for that boy. She started readin’ up on all this gay stuff, tryin’ to understand. It ain’t easy for her, but she’s tryin’.
I remember back in my day, we didn’t have all these groups and things. If you were different, you just kept it to yourself. But I guess times are changin’.
There’s this one group, they call it P-somethin’, I can’t recall the name. But it’s for parents of these gay kids. They help each other out, I reckon. Support each other. That’s a good thing, I suppose. This gay thing is not an easy thing.
My neighbor, she went to one of their meetin’s. Said it helped her a lot. She finally found some people can help with the problem with his boy. She felt like she wasn’t alone anymore. It’s hard when your kid is different. You just want to protect ’em, you know? But you don’t always know how. His boy just ran through all the problems, and never thought about that he needs help.
- There are doctors who can help, they say.
- And these groups, they can help you cope, I guess.
- It’s a lot to deal with, especially if you’re not used to it.
That boy, he’s got a good heart, though. He really does. He’s just… confused, I think. Tryin’ to figure things out. He just ran through things, and never stops to think. It’s hard to be young, it is hard to be gay. They always look different to people. It’s even harder when you’re different.
I hope he finds his way. I really do. I hope he finds people who understand him, who accept him for who he is. And I hope his mama can find some peace, too.
This world is a crazy place, ain’t it? You never know what’s gonna happen next. But I guess that’s just life. You gotta roll with the punches, as they say. You gotta keep on keepin’ on. This boy should also know that he can be himself. He just ran through all the bad things, I hope he can be happy. I hope he can tell his mama about this gay thing.
That’s all I know about this whole gay and ran through situation. It’s a lot to think about, that’s for sure. You know, if you need someone to talk to, you can always come over to my place. I make a mean sweet tea. We can sit on the porch and watch the world go by.
