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Friday, March 29, 2013

Retrospective

Ever try these things?
I have. I bought some back when I was about 10 years old. The colors looked interesting and I thought they were going to be great. But then I tried them, and they were disgusting! Even the green one, which is the color I usually love, was disgusting. All it is basically is a little bit of juice sealed inside a bunch of plastic-like wax. I'm not even sure why they sold these, or who's idea it was to market these things. They were HORRIBLE!! Even the juice inside these wasn't enough to hide the taste of the plastic. And the juice it's self was disgusting. It was overly sweet and the flavor reminded me of the cough syrup I used to take when I was little. I didn't like these and I never bought them again.

I remember when I was 12 years old and was in the 6th grade, at the end of the school year, our class had a little party. Well there was this boy named Allen, who was in my class, but he was a 5th grader. He was in this gang of boys who always used to tease and harass me because they didn't like the way I talked and the fact that I liked animals better than people. Plus I think they thought I was gay. LOL! Well anyway, Allen brought some of these things to the party and passed them around to the other students. He offered them to everyone except me. Even my best friend Janis was offered one from him. But you know what? It didn't bother me at all that he didn't offer me one. He thought he was going to hurt my feelings by not offering me one of these, but believe me, he didn't! LOL! Because I'd already tried them before and didn't like them. Besides, he'd had his bare hands on them, I would not have touched them after he touched them with his filthy hands anyways.

I still remember those boys too in that little gang. The ring-leader was named Paul, then there was Mike, Randy, Allen and Scott. The only ones I saw after I left 6th grade was Paul and Scott. Scott went on to hang with another group of nasty boys in middle school, Paul did not seem to make friends very well in middle school because I always saw him alone. I don't know what happened to Mike, Randy or Allen and frankly I don't give a damn. They could have turned into a bachelor group of bison and ran themselves off a cliff for all I cared. But it was kinda strange seeing Paul running around by himself. But as long as he left me alone, I didn't have a problem with him. Paul was the one who used to make fun of me the most, because he thought I was gay I think. Back then, gay people were very much persecuted. If you did see a gay person, they would stay in the closet. They would never admit they were gay. I used to believe I was bisexual, but not like full-blown gay.

I used to think I was bisexual, because I used to see some women the same way I saw men. Or, I thought I did. I think it was more the kids in school that pushed me into believing that. But I found out that I wasn't bisexual. Because if I was, I would still be bisexual by now. If I were bisexual, I would not see the men of INXS as being sexy, and I would see all women that way too. But I don't. I don't know what made me think that way when I was younger. It wasn't ALL women, it was just some. OK maybe just ONE. LOL! I admit it. I only found one woman attractive to a point I was almost infatuated. But I haven't felt that way since I was in my 20s, and I don't think it's ever going to return. Well, it hasn't in a long time, and usually by now, some hint of any passion would have surfaced, even a little bit.
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