Let’s say in the near future there is a test. It has only one question:

Which of these groups do you belong to?

A Straight

B Gay

C Lesbian

D Bi

And what if you couldn’t answer to any of the given options?... What if there was no “none of the above” group?...

For as long as I can remember, I was never interested in boys. I never wanted to marry. I never wanted to have children. People always told me “Oh, you’re just young! You’ll get over it.” Well, guess what? I didn’t. Because of my will to live my life alone, people from my own school confronted me; “How can you NOT like guys?!!” “I wanna have sex by the time I’m 15! What about you?” “Sooooooo… does that mean you’re lesbian?” To answer all those questions; quite easily, never in my life, and no. Of all the things I’ve never liked in this world, it’s when someone assumes you’re lesbian or gay just because you aren’t interested in the opposite gender. That’s one thing I fear I’ll be asked about for the rest of my life.

My friends always talked about how they “wanted to go on dates, get married, be a wonderful wife, and have kids.” I honestly thought all that stuff was gone with the ’50’s. My mistake. One of my friends always said she would just laugh and laugh when I got married. Not because she thought I couldn’t; because she knew I didn’t want to. She “knew” I would fall in love someday and be happy with that person and I would make that person happy. In all my years, excepting my cousin and parents, I have never made anyone feel special or happy. I’ve tried, but I just couldn’t.

Love was a joint job. Two people nurtured it, cared for it, treated it with respect. That was a long time ago. Now, its girlchickbitchslutwhoreprostitute. The men willing to take someone like that are even worse. Today there’s rape, sexual assault, child molestation, songs about pimps; the list goes on. There is no true love anymore. Just passion. And not in the good way. But even worse is the “need” love, where one can’t part with their partner anytime, is too sickeningly sweet. True love is an illusion which only a few of us ever get to see and feel. It isn’t love when one person will kill themselves if their significant other forgets to call them one day out of the year.

I get so upset at girls obsessing over crushes; to me, it’s like they’re wasting their chance for happiness on someone who either doesn’t like them that way or will dump them forever within a few months. We’ve all seen it happen in the media, heard about it from friends; some have even had the hardship of going through it firsthand. Majority of girls obsess over dating and nothing else. They feel they have to have sex to be an adult. Boys feel they aren’t manly (and perverted) enough unless they’ve seen at least ten girls naked.

People kiss because they want to show they like someone. The whole “first kiss” thing sure gets used more than once, doesn’t it? Let’s see this scenario: a guy likes a girl and asks her out. At the end of the night he takes her back home to her apartment (wtf) and she gives the sign that she wants a good-night kiss on the lips. They kiss, she goes inside, end of night. I’m sorry, but this ain’t romantic, this ain’t real love, and this honestly is a really sad excuse for yet another “first” kiss. It is just WAY overused and simple.

People have sex to feel good about themselves. It’s an “I take care of your needs, you take care of my needs” game. It’s a “let’s take this the next step” crap. If you can’t feel confident about yourself except by going to sleep with another human being, you should stop right here.

Love used to be something sacred. Now it only serves as an excuse for… everything.