...no, the meaning of life. I have finally figured out a way to let heterosexual people know what it's like to be gay in high school (or at least most high schools, some of you might be lucky)
Imagine, if you will, for a moment, that you're allergic to a certain type of food. Let's say...peanuts. And yet, where you live, everyone eats these peanuts. You wish desperately that you could eat peanuts as well. You hope and you wish and you tell yourself that you *can* eat those peanuts. You walk around, and you see people eating the peanuts, and you are jealous of them. You even try to eat the peanuts, even though they make you sick, just so you can be just like everyone else. Your parents refuse to believe you're allergic to peanuts, they think it's just a "phase" and make you eat peanuts anyway. Everywhere you go, people have peanuts, eat them, some of them don't even eat the peanuts, they just throw them out like garbage, even though they can eat them without getting sick.
Imagine that you find someone else who is also allergic to peanuts. And you two are allergic to peanuts together for a while. Until they decide, oh wait, they're not allergic to peanuts anymore and they go back to eating peanuts. So, you go through life, trying to eat the peanuts while they make you sick.
It sounded better in my head....