In two days, it is going to be my boyfriend’s birthday…
It still feels weird to say “my boyfriend.” Not because it’s the first time that I’ve been in a relationship or anything, but really just because this isn’t where I saw myself ending up.
Its been a rough year for my heart… there is no other way to put it.
But right now, even as I try harder and harder to find a reason to not be as happy as I am, I can feel absolutely nothing but joy.
Joy for everything that is going on in my life. Joy for having such amazing people in my life.
Chloe. (Who I literally just got off the phone with)
And of course, my boyfriend, the most amazing guy that I have ever met, Yuzhe “Andy” Yang.
I can not express to you all how amazing it feels to have you all as friends (or boyfriends lol). You literally mean the world to me, and I thank God everyday for allowing me this time with you.
I have met so many people over the years, and so many times have I felt that I would keep them with me forever. And so many times have I been let down.
You guys have never let me down, and I don’t think that you ever will.
I don’t think that you could.
But this post isn’t about my love for you guys, it’s actually just about me. And my love for me. Because, if I am to be true to myself, I should only be talking about myself. Right?
So I’m freaking happy, man.
I have let go of everything and everyone that was holding me back. Anything that has hindered my growth, and anyone that has hindered my spirit. I have tossed them all aside to make room for newer, better things.
Because I was holding on to some serious shit. And some really shitty people to.
And if you read this, and you feel like I’m talking about you, then I probably am. But then, people usually know when their shitty. So this shouldn’t be a surprise. But just in case it is…
You. Yes, you. The person getting offended. You are literally a piece of shit.
And like the dirt that I walk on, you are beneath me.
But, again, enough negativity. This is a positive post.
Stay positive, Mikey J…
So… to get back to where I was at the beginning… in two days, it will be my boyfriend’s birthday.
He’ll be 24, but I think he’s 26 in Chinese years. I run the risk of being racist by saying that, but he told me something about how traditional (old) Chinese people count age differently.
I like that though, because it means I’m dating an older guy.
I’m dating and older guy…
I enjoy the sentiment of being the young man who seduces old people for money. Men or women, money is genderless.
And my boyfriend is a computer engineer, who is currently working for Microsoft.
You see the correlation there? I certainly do.
Foresight people. It’s called having foresight.
The only downfall is that he’s causing me to start thinking about kids.
That’s literally disgusting.
I lie. Yogurt is disgusting. Kids just kind of suck.
Fortunately, we’re in a homosexual relationship, so having a child would require a bit of fortitude, a lot of effort, and about $40k.
If I’m lucky, last part should speak to the frugality in his Chinese blood…
Because I hate amusement parks, and I don’t ever want to have to spend an entire day at one. And I wont have to.
Because I won’t have kids…
Because I’m gay…
Homosexuality: For people who hate spending $10 for lemonade, standing in line for roller coasters, and seeing people’s awful bodies in bathing suits.
Oh, how I do enjoy myself…