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“So why can it be, that you and I don’t get along?”

I had my first experience with serious intolerance towards a minority group this evening. I gotta say, it wasn’t pretty. Now names aren’t going to be mentioned because some of you people that read this know this person and I wouldn’t want to prematurely discolour your attitudes towards them. But certainly it was a complete shock to me to discover that this person does not have a healthy open attitude about the homosexual aspect of society. She/he said it was not a natural thing and that it was disgusting. This obviously got me both angry and curious at why on Earth she/he would say such a thing. As the conversation progressed and I tried various ways of showing that ‘natural’ is a relative term and quite open to interpretation (i.e. telling how black people used to be thought of in the same way etc) it came to light that her/his views were so damn deep grained that no amount of convincing was going to make her/him think otherwise.

At first I was absolutely furious at this. When someone turns around and says that the sexual persuation of someone – indeed in Andrew’s case someone I hold dear to me – is an unnatural thing and makes them less of a human than other people…well that’s enough to make me see red. Ugh, enough of this. It’s making me frustrated just typing about it. Suffice to say that I see where you’re coming from even more so than before, Cian.

So anyway, what’s been happening in my life lately? Well I worked 5 days this week which is guaranteed to put a smile on the face of my bank balance. This anthropomorphic activity is bound to be helped along by the fact that I didn’t spend any money at all due to my wallet being misplaced into the possession of a red headed little man accidentally. So yeah, completely by coincidence I’ve been able to save my largest pay check for a while. w00t!

Yesterday was my night of two parties – how that works I don’t know how. It’s almost as if the heavens align at particular moments and grant two people planning events the knowledge that they should have their magnificent gathering on exactly the same day so as to make it that much grander. Of course this results in the two parties inevitably involving people that want to go to both of them. and this brings us to me. I went to the work cocktail party for about 2 hours and made about 20 drinks for the guys – somehow managing to escape before the embarrassingly frank questions about sex life began to focus on me. As much as I’m an open person it’s sometimes a bit shameful to me to have absolutely nothing to add to conversations like that.
So I moved on down tot he gathering being held at Cian’s place and it turned out to be a pretty good night. Highlights included me injuring my chest falling off my chair laughing at the fact that Kane tried completely unsuccessfully to pronounced Cian’s Kanified name three times, a rather interesting message received from a drunken Emily, Pav getting knocked heavily by a lot of wine and Pete’s costume.

That message still has me thinking thought. Why are girls so damn confounding? Ack. Signing off now.
Teh P.

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