Watched the other half of the show,
And boy, did it leave me in a rather reflective mood.
Still can't believe she was driven to suicide, for what she believed in -
Even though it was sadly a lost cause...
Admittedly a little extreme, but it got me thinking about... things, in general.

I mean... to what extent really, are our mentalities and mindsets shaped by what society deems to be "normal"?
And just how much is it that we live in fear of not conforming to these so-called blinkered "ideals" (whatever they are), that we stifle our very nature and inclination?

Enough to let go of all you've ever known, ever felt, and ever loved in your entire life;
In order to be accepted as one of the faceless crowd?

The very same people who won't even blink an eyelid if you're ill; couldn't care less if you'd been having an absolutely crappy day... or even have an *inkling* about who you really are beneath the tough exterior that you put up as a defensive shield...

That deep down inside, you're really just someone yearning to love, and be loved in return.
That regardless of gender, race, or sexual orientation... you're still human.
And still very much capable of love.

Love is.
It just is.

How many people actually get that?

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You'll say did they love you or what
I'll say they love what I do,
The only one who really loves me is you.

"You Had Time" - Ani Defranco
Lost and Delirious Soundtrack