so i went on a walk the other day, with no destination, i saw two birds. i knew they were birds because i looked at them and they were birds. and so eventually this walk takes me to a neat little store, couldn’t quite recall what brought me into the store, but i’ve noticed i’m starting to get hungry. i take a quick gander at the fruit basket they have laid out. i look at this little red boy and i pick him up. an apple! how grand! but this moment of serenity died very quick when i looked to my right and saw nothing else but an orange. my world gets rocked. i pick them both up, one in either hand, and i’m just comparing the two. like what’s the similarities and differences of apples to oranges? the pressure starts getting to me and i fall to my knees and start crying. everyone at the store doesn’t bat an eye. they’re pushing their little trolleys and happy with their wives and kids and the normal things in life. all seems to be lost until this big black lady put her hand on my shoulder and asks “are you okay, sugar?” i quickly reply “no” she proceeds to ask me what’s wrong and i explain to her my entire life i’ve been comparing apples to oranges in almost every aspect of my life, and it made me realize that i am very very unhappy. she helped me get up and took me to the self checkout area. i set down the apples and oranges and the nice lady paid for them. her parting words to me were “it’s not about comparing apples to oranges, it’s about enjoying what you have” and that’s when i realized, i am gay