This is serendipity.
I wasn’t looking for this, but I found it. No.
It found me. I found me.
I was confused almost my whole life. Why I’m not like this. Why I’m not like that. Why can’t I be more like them and act like them and maybe be them instead of me. This weird, unusual, awkward me.
One night after I wrote a post for my blog, it’s as if everything fell into place. The pieces of the puzzle are slowly being put together and slowly and finally showing me a picture. Events happened that led me to things to discover.
And then I found out who I really am.
When I realized that I could be what I thought I could have been all this time, I felt relief. It was like everything finally made sense.
I knew there’s something in me that’s very different. Something that doesn’t seem to match in what I see in my friends.
I was actually starting to think that I could be mentally ill.
But I’m not. Thank you universe.
I’m just different. My preferences defy the social norms of this world. And I know struggles may come my way as I fight my way through. But I don’t care. I don’t mind fighting, letting them understand what I am. Because the freedom, the genuine freedom that I felt when I recognized who I am is so priceless that I’m sure I’d be able to handle the difficulties.
I am stronger.
Asexy and I know it.