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One of the main themes of being gay in my book is self-discovery of who you truly are....Right now, I'm beginning to deduce why exactly I'm having such a hard time fitting in, why I'm too afraid to get involved in the gay community and trying to surround myself with hot guys...I feel like I'm too afraid to fall in love...
Every time I feel the emotion of love towards another man, it always ends in a broken heart.
The latest example was this. Last week, it was a nice day after my class was over and I was about to wait for the bus to take me home. Among the people waiting to go on the bus was this man with an absolutely adorable and friendly dog with him. A bunch of students were commenting about how adorable the dog was, and his owner was incredibly gracious to his audience...and through listening to him, I found out that the dog was a service animal and the guy was a veteran suffering from anxiety attacks stemming from PTSD after serving in the military.
After thanking him for his service, me and this guy really hit it off. Despite what he was going through, this man was incredibly sociable, nice, and caring. I did not expect that a hardened American soldier could be so loving and caring to other people...He was actually getting on the same transfer bus as me, so at my next destination, we just sat there and bullshat for hours about a variety of different topics....fitness, music, shit that's going on in our lives....When we started talking about country music, I had commented on the fact that one of my friends from college loves country music and is a wannabe southern belle meanwhile she is one of the most adamant supporters of gay rights I have ever seen...She wasn't the only one...The guy, who was at first worried might be homophobic due to the fact that he had sort of this southern twang to his voice, is actually a supporter of gay rights and has several LGBT friends and I think someone in his family was gay, but I can't really remember. I just remember thinking "holy shit, this is awesome." deep down inside....I was also a little leery to open up about my depression, seeing as how he was in the military and I'm just some civilian, I expected him to say that I had no right to be depressed...Nope, wasn't the deal. He was very supportive and understanding. When I got on the bus with him to go home, I decided to give him my cell number, figuring that this was just too good of an opportunity for a new friend to pass up. He took it, told me that he'll text me, and before I got off the bus, I told him that it was very nice to meet him and we said our goodbyes to each other.....
And that was the last I ever saw and heard from him....Because of his friendliness towards me, I don't think it was anything personal...In fact, I assume he probably accidentally threw the piece of paper away and forgot about it.
The feeling of being heartbroken didn't really set in until I basically realized that I made a fatal mistake, a mistake that I've basically been trying to prevent. I said that I wanted to be this guy's long term friend, but this feeling deep down inside of me fell in love with this guy...and I must admit, this is the first time I truly liked a person for his personality more than anything. He was just, an awesome human being...He was an extremely nice and loving person and I wish him all the best in life.....
Anyway, back to the point of this sobstory...after being slighted so many times by the emotion of love...I think I'm beginning to develop a fear of it. I think I'm becoming afraid to love another person
Every time I feel the emotion of love towards another man, it always ends in a broken heart.
The latest example was this. Last week, it was a nice day after my class was over and I was about to wait for the bus to take me home. Among the people waiting to go on the bus was this man with an absolutely adorable and friendly dog with him. A bunch of students were commenting about how adorable the dog was, and his owner was incredibly gracious to his audience...and through listening to him, I found out that the dog was a service animal and the guy was a veteran suffering from anxiety attacks stemming from PTSD after serving in the military.
After thanking him for his service, me and this guy really hit it off. Despite what he was going through, this man was incredibly sociable, nice, and caring. I did not expect that a hardened American soldier could be so loving and caring to other people...He was actually getting on the same transfer bus as me, so at my next destination, we just sat there and bullshat for hours about a variety of different topics....fitness, music, shit that's going on in our lives....When we started talking about country music, I had commented on the fact that one of my friends from college loves country music and is a wannabe southern belle meanwhile she is one of the most adamant supporters of gay rights I have ever seen...She wasn't the only one...The guy, who was at first worried might be homophobic due to the fact that he had sort of this southern twang to his voice, is actually a supporter of gay rights and has several LGBT friends and I think someone in his family was gay, but I can't really remember. I just remember thinking "holy shit, this is awesome." deep down inside....I was also a little leery to open up about my depression, seeing as how he was in the military and I'm just some civilian, I expected him to say that I had no right to be depressed...Nope, wasn't the deal. He was very supportive and understanding. When I got on the bus with him to go home, I decided to give him my cell number, figuring that this was just too good of an opportunity for a new friend to pass up. He took it, told me that he'll text me, and before I got off the bus, I told him that it was very nice to meet him and we said our goodbyes to each other.....
And that was the last I ever saw and heard from him....Because of his friendliness towards me, I don't think it was anything personal...In fact, I assume he probably accidentally threw the piece of paper away and forgot about it.
The feeling of being heartbroken didn't really set in until I basically realized that I made a fatal mistake, a mistake that I've basically been trying to prevent. I said that I wanted to be this guy's long term friend, but this feeling deep down inside of me fell in love with this guy...and I must admit, this is the first time I truly liked a person for his personality more than anything. He was just, an awesome human being...He was an extremely nice and loving person and I wish him all the best in life.....
Anyway, back to the point of this sobstory...after being slighted so many times by the emotion of love...I think I'm beginning to develop a fear of it. I think I'm becoming afraid to love another person









