The Tearoom

*My exasperated blog-persona nags me in the middle of the night, in the morning, and all day long to publish that post *  Me: Alright, then. Okay. Fine. I'm going, I'm doing it right now. This post has been sitting in my queue for almost a month, and I haven't posted it. It has been finished, all I've had to do is click the "publish" button. Well anyway, here it is now. ❦  The world doesn't tell you very often to be yourself, except in that wonderfully insincere, cliché way on posters. Society never really means it. You have to read for the subtext: "Be yourself (but not in any way that contradicts the accepted norms)". Even the people we love sometimes don't accept us for who we are. I get tired of it, and I get tired of fighting it every waking moment.  I believe that I am the way I am. I believe that I should be able to be comfortable in the way I am. I believe that the world shouldn't bother itself about how different I am.  But somet