Overshare?

Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

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This story isn’t gross like my norms, but it’s a story of someone sharing what I thought was way too much information.

In 9th Grade I went to this week-long summer camp for teens who were “role models” and were setting a good example by not abusing substances, not breaking the law, not cursing, and not having relations.

I’ll let that sink in for a little while.

Oh– don’t worry. Your suspicions are true, I was totally living a lie, but what rebellious 9th grader wasn’t? It was a free vacation for a week and I was sure as hell going no matter how hypocritical it may be. Plus, my best friend at the time was going and she liked cause as much trouble as I did.

Although not too much has changed about my personality and my shenanigan-filled nature, there is one thing that has changed: until college I did not believe that gay marraige should be allowed. And by not believe in gay marraige I just thought gay people were wrong and maybe a little creepy… (don’t worry, things have SO changed since then).

That little tidbit sets the scene for what happened next. We were all sitting around in group share (how very kumbaya of us) and when it came one girl’s turn to say something unique about her she had the guts to tell us all she was…

A LESBIAN. and how she liked to do plays at school, really enjoyed show choir, and had 2 cats.

I could NOT believe it she put a lesbian in with all of those normal things! I shot a weird look at my friend and she had obviously heard it too. But why weren’t people reacting? This girl just dropped a BOMB on us and no one even cared.

When we got back to the bunk we told EVERYONE and they were equally as freaked out. Looking back on it I feel really bad about 1) telling everyone 2) caring at all. I spent the whole week avoiding this girl like the plague. Truth be told, she was kind of weird to begin with, but when we found out she was a lesbian we had no idea how to act around her

When I got home from camp, I told my parents the whole story and my dad just stared at me and started to laugh. I asked him what the heck was so funny and he said, “Maxie, I’m pretty sure she said thespian and you heard it wrong.” I was really confused because I had NO idea what a thespian was, but it all started to make sense once he gave me the definition. The way she told us she was into plays and choir right along with being a lesbian. It all made sense.

Moral of the story: I’m an idiot. Why do my stories always end that way?