Time is running fast. Some people have already left. Laura is leaving tomorrow. I'll walk her to the Bus Terminal. I'm the next one, on Monday. I feel quite weird about it.
Tonight we went out for a thing, it was her last night in Iceland, you know. I'm sorry I left early. I just felt out of place. I hadn't experienced such nasty feelings in years, literally. I didn't even remember what being uncomfortable felt like. Tonight I didn't myself, but I think anyway that I made somebody I don't particularly like feel that way and I'm sorry. I felt an awkward vibe the moment I stepped into Kaffibarinn and noticed who was at the bar. I just preferred to keep my mouth shut and not playing the showman like I do sometimes when we're out. Let's say I just played it cool.
I dont' know this person very much. I can say we're acquaintances. We basically lived in the same town for exactly the same period of time, for the same purposes and met the same people. And that's it. I don't share his political views, we have totally different opinions about almost everything but cuisine and our brains don't work the same way. Ergo, we simply won't connect.
Yet, he claims that he is on our side and he is friend with us. But as soon as someone utters words like gay or boyfriend or ex or hot guy, he stiffens and flinches. He finds the thought of two guys kissing not repulsive but... inappropriate.
I feel so bad right now 'cos lately I haven't harboured any hard feelings towards anyone here (not even the lazyass cos we respect and somehow "love" each other), and I know he doesn't deserve that either. But I can honestly say that his politically correct behaviour really disgusts me, it pisses me off.
I know that he's made some efforts and tried to be as friendly and openminded as possible but I'll tell you something, it's not enough.
And I won't start my nice speech here and be talking about acceptance, respect, equality and crap like that 'cos I've done that before. It's helped many times, it's true. But I think I'm done playing the preacher and I certainly have more important stuff to do right now...
Tonight we went out for a thing, it was her last night in Iceland, you know. I'm sorry I left early. I just felt out of place. I hadn't experienced such nasty feelings in years, literally. I didn't even remember what being uncomfortable felt like. Tonight I didn't myself, but I think anyway that I made somebody I don't particularly like feel that way and I'm sorry. I felt an awkward vibe the moment I stepped into Kaffibarinn and noticed who was at the bar. I just preferred to keep my mouth shut and not playing the showman like I do sometimes when we're out. Let's say I just played it cool.
I dont' know this person very much. I can say we're acquaintances. We basically lived in the same town for exactly the same period of time, for the same purposes and met the same people. And that's it. I don't share his political views, we have totally different opinions about almost everything but cuisine and our brains don't work the same way. Ergo, we simply won't connect.
Yet, he claims that he is on our side and he is friend with us. But as soon as someone utters words like gay or boyfriend or ex or hot guy, he stiffens and flinches. He finds the thought of two guys kissing not repulsive but... inappropriate.
I feel so bad right now 'cos lately I haven't harboured any hard feelings towards anyone here (not even the lazyass cos we respect and somehow "love" each other), and I know he doesn't deserve that either. But I can honestly say that his politically correct behaviour really disgusts me, it pisses me off.
I know that he's made some efforts and tried to be as friendly and openminded as possible but I'll tell you something, it's not enough.
And I won't start my nice speech here and be talking about acceptance, respect, equality and crap like that 'cos I've done that before. It's helped many times, it's true. But I think I'm done playing the preacher and I certainly have more important stuff to do right now...
****And by the way we don't need YOUR fucking support****
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