Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement.
While many see it as an end state, I choose to see it as a process. Perfection has no finish line, therefore it can never be measured. It is a constant journey made up of daily steps.
2. You try to fit the homonormative gay ideal.
Fight for that love and start from within – and with that, you will see that he will come, because he is attracted to that flame.
What are you willing to tolerate in terms of your career, love life, friendships, or life in general? How much are you willing to accept? Me?
And if I want to try being a waitress for the sheer fact that I think the work that gets you knee-deep in the human experience is more important than work that pays you well, and you want to dub me an idiot for that because I don’t have to do it, then so be it.
And you, you who will fascinate me until the very essence of you permeate the molecules that make up my body, until all my atoms rearrange to revolve around you; I want you.
It’s okay to stray from your planned conception of the future.
Expect trust. Without trust, you have nothing. Your partner should trust you completely until you give them a reason otherwise. If they don’t trust you, if they’re already paranoid in the beginning and try to control you, the relationship is doomed. Because it’s not about you. IT’S NEVER ABOUT YOU.
But normal is an impossible, undefined ideal. While it feels decadent, possibly destructive, to only worry about being happy with yourself or at least happy with the ways you are unhappy, you can’t exactly go around comparing yourself to all the people who have no better idea of the holy-normal than you do.