Basketball doesn’t make any sense to me, and so does the majority of the sports people play. Basketball would have made more sense if the balls were watermelons and that they wouldn’t go and fall through the net. I also don’t see the point in celebrating the new year’s eve and spending so much money on buying fireworks and firecrackers just to keep up with the tradition. I don’t even know why some, if not many, like taking photographs of everything they do, or eat, or want, and post the pictures on social networking sites expecting to get many ”likes and comments” . Honestly, this could go on for hours with me asking about stuff that I really have nothing to deal with. Ironically, I think I have already summed up all the answers into one single statement: these things, these make people happy, one way or another.
So, when a man is in love with a man, or a woman is in love with a woman; should we be sore about it? If a guy wants to look like a girl because he thinks he was born into the wrong body, do we have the prerogative to say that he has no right to do what he wants? Likewise, when a girl thinks that she is spiritually male, and obviously she is biologically female, do we have the power to protest against her beliefs because of our limited understanding of societal righteousness blind us from the truth? I figured not, but sadly, the world doesn’t work this way.
We, and by we I mean all of us, weren’t born as huge and as complicated as we are right now. Apparently, we were all born stark naked; and even before that, we were just small egg cells waiting to be fertilized by those lucky-to-be-alive- sperm cells. We were as innocent as we could ever be. We had no gender, and the only thing that identified us from one another was our parents. But as the nine months of conception went on, we changed. Better yet, we developed into small human beings. Then, the distinction between males and females began. Nevertheless, we rooted from an environment where gender didn’t matter because our parents were just so excited to see their new babies. If only that kind of atmosphere didn’t turn into something more complex, maybe achieving equality would be much simpler as well.
And don’t you despise looking at the skies when they are gray? Because I do, no matter how much I love the pouring of the rain. And have you ever thought that maybe, if we lessen the rage against the homosexual folks, our society would be better? And have you ever thought, too, that the rage is represented by the letter “r” in the word gray, and if we try to remove it, the world would be gay? I don’t think gay people are called gay for no reason. They do what makes them happy. They have themselves to keep them happy. They’re gay, one way or another.
Through the waves of melancholy and lost nostalgia 