Seven. "The One"...or lack thereof.

Gosh, am I getting into the habit of titling my blogs? That wasn't the intention lol. Ok, next one, I'll get back on track. Did I just use "Gosh"? What the hell lol? I have this tendency of using the weirdest language ever. I can speak broken english, slang, proper english, specks of Spanish, and corny words simultaneously. Sometimes in one sitting. It's gay really. Ah, that's where I'm going to start.

So this is a retro rant. Yesterday, me and my lesbian assistant manager had this discussion about the term "gay." Obviously we don't really get much done when we work the same shift lol. Anyway, I was complaining about this really dumb, rickety, cheap ass cardboard stand that was supposed to hold like 30 tiki torches. I doubted that thing would last a week and figured we'd have more success laying them on the floor. So i said the stand was "gay" and caught myself because my manager is gay lol. So I said to her, "I wonder how a gay person feels when they hear somebody say that." And she said, "Well how does a black person feel when a derogatory comment is made about them?" And then I thought and said, "Yeah, but when you think about it, calling something "gay" really makes no sense. In essence it has absolutely no meaning and isn't referring to a person, and yet it's still used." Then we got talking about that. And I came to the conclusion that calling an object, "gay" served no purpose. Unless you're a "hetero extremist" who's homophobia has caused an inner hatred of homosexuals and thus an insecurity in one's self. Whoa. How bout I just lost the will to write. Why? Let what I just wrote sink in. Good night lol.

**Memo to self: "The One" and "Writing"