I really don't like being around my grandparents anymore. Or any member of my mother's family for that matter, except my cousins, and I never see them anymore. It really sucks, because whenever my grandparents come around I get hit with this sudden wave of irritation. Like they annoy me or something. I know that's a terrible thing to say about two people who love me very much, but...I dunno. Their attitudes towards the world just bug me. And not just the homophobic bits. I can't help not enjoying their presence. That's just the way it is.
I've started getting into antiques lately. My dad took me to an antique store packed with cool junk from the past. If only I had a bigger paycheck, I would buy lots of stuff that is really awesome regardless of its utter uselessness. They had items from the Civil War, flasks for gun powder and army badges, and it was really cheap. I bet those things were worth twenty times more than what they sold it for. Digging through impossibly random things from the past is so much fun.
I stumbled upon stacks and stacks of comic books and almost passed out from happiness. I was leafing through 70's Batman comics when I found an old Doctor Who comic book. Guess who popped into my head instantly? Brittany, of course. She LOVES Doctor Who. So I bought it and gave it to her today. She was overjoyed. Yay.
She gave me one of her poems today, and guess what? I lost it. I've waited patiently for two damn weeks, and now I have to ask her to reprint it. I put it in my pocket, walked to my car, and when I reached in my pocket again, it was gone. I almost cried out of sheer frustration. And of course it was a really windy day today, so who the fuck knows where it could be. Wouldn't it be cool, though, if some random stranger found her poem and was inspired by it?
Ah well. I'll just text her tonight and ask her to reprint it. We can laugh about it together tomorrow.
I'm really happy right now, regardless of today's bout of bad luck. I don't have to deal with Amber's bullshit anymore, Brittany and I are getting closer every day, I've fit comfortably into a little posse of cool friends who accept me for me, my poetry continues to flourish, and I'm just generally very happy right now.
It's a weird feeling, but it seems that I'm starting to fit in my own skin.