You don’t love someone for their looks, for their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
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You don’t love someone for their looks, for their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
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Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
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Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
“Ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”
Best. Explanation. Ever.
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