Let me ruin something for you. Life doesn’t come easy for any of us, and if it did then that person would more than likely squander everything that they were given because it was so easy to fall in their lap.
Everyone that made an effort to guide Gene in his quest for understanding his own reality, did it in their own way. Thinking that they must be correct, after all, only a truly great person would take time out of their busy schedule to help a poor young man of that was not aided by typical means. Honestly how could anyone trying to be a James Bond cross bred with Ru Paul not succeed? Luckily this version of Ru Paul thought that philosophy was pretty hot. Almost as hot as he/she thought she/he was hot. So she was really going “Was he a boy or a girl?” He seemed very interested at first if there could have been a fluff- For whatever reason it propelled him into trying to figure out every problem in the world besides his own nagging question. He started looking at pictures for hours at a time, studying, analyzing, breaking them down, building them up. Gene would look at the picture and decide if it was a model’s face on a fat body or reverse or esrever. He wasn’t interested in proving people right or wrong, he was doing it out of sheer boredom.
He would go to large mega stores and stand in front of the magazine racks and look at muscle building mags, his friends thought he wanted to get huge and ripped. But, in reality he was looking to see how ridiculous the person looked and how happy he was to be such bulky-huge and not be able to bend down to grab his tenny-shoes. Sad day.
His friends would leave him at the magazine rack and Gene would continue his break down from one mag to the next, not even noticing that his friends had left him alone. When he finally noticed he didn’t care in the traditional sense of, “OH, MY, God! Where are my friends?” He cared in the sense that, “Oh, great, now I have to walk up and down all the aisles hoping to God that I can find them before they’ve all checked out and went back to the van.” Great times. The only reason that that disturbed him was because he hated to make people uncomfortable. Gene had developed the art of self Martyrdom, not in the sense that he would Bryan Adams you (ANYTHING I DO… I DO IT FOR YOU), but instead that he would make a complete ass out of himself to take the pressure off the person or persons that in a sense would be the most nervous. Gene was excellent at this. However, this as he aged led to a giant predicament.
Gene’s: family, friends, nuances, trainees, bosses, sub-bosses, relatives, haters, lovers, acquaintances, girlfriends (significant others((friends)), boyfriends (best friends((sub best friends), all started to believe that Gene was very strong. He could take whatever any one would dish out. But, in truth, he was the most insecure, saddest, self critical individual that any of them knew or didn’t know. He tried his hardest not to complain unless he knew that his friends, or family would agree with it. He did his best to accept all blame that came his way, even if it did start to make him feel like he was worthless. It was a tough time in Gene’s life, but this is what Gene had been doing his entire life. People said he was weird, but weird was good right? It is an interesting thought if you stop and think about it. Stop. And. Think about it.
(PART 4?)
