Today, I wanna talk about something I’ve been messing around with lately – trying to “become straight.” Sounds crazy, right? I thought so too, at first. I mean, I’ve always known who I’m into, and it’s never been the opposite sex. But lately, I got caught up in this weird headspace where I started questioning everything. Maybe it was all those comments, or the pressure to fit in, who knows. Anyway, I decided to give it a shot, just to see what would happen.
First, I went to the bookstore to get some books to read, to see what the “normal” people are saying. Most of them just talk about who they want to be around and who they want to date, which is the same for everyone. There’s no difference between what they wrote and what I think.
My Experiment
- Diving into “Straight” Stuff: I tried doing things that I thought straight guys were into. Watched a bunch of sports even though I couldn’t care less. I even attempted going to a game, but, man, that was rough. So many people, all that noise, for what? I just didn’t get it.
- Hanging with the Bros: I tried hanging out with some straight guys, to see what it was all about, I guess. They’re nice enough, but the conversations were just… boring. We talked about cars, and girls, and more sports. I kept nodding along, but inside, I was dying. It all felt so fake, you know?
- Talking to Someone: After a few weeks of this, I was miserable. So I reached out to this counselor I knew, someone I trusted. Just talking to her helped a lot. She reminded me that there’s nothing wrong with who I am and that trying to be someone I’m not is just gonna make me unhappy.
So, yeah, my little experiment was a total fail. Turns out, you can’t just “become straight.” It’s not like choosing a new hobby or something. Who you’re attracted to is just part of who you are. And trying to change that is like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole – it’s just not gonna work. I spent weeks feeling awkward and out of place, all for nothing.
The biggest thing I learned is that being true to yourself is way more important than trying to fit into some mold. I’d rather be happy and authentic than miserable and fake. And honestly, the loneliness of pretending to be something I’m not is way worse than any awkwardness I might feel from just being myself. If people can’t accept me for who I am, then that’s their problem, not mine.
This whole thing was a good reminder that I need to just focus on being me. And for anyone else out there feeling pressured to be something they’re not, just know that you’re not alone. It’s okay to be different. It’s okay to be you. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you have to change who you are. There’s only one you in this world, and that’s pretty damn special.
