October 2008 Archives

First I wanted to be a firefighter, not because I wanted to help people, though. I just wanted to carry the axe. Then I discovered Legos and wanted to be an architect. I wanted to be able to build something huge, something long-lasting and meaningful. I built models of skyscrapers, fancy houses, and complex robots. At some point, I even constructed a Mars space station and beamed when my parents complimented me in their high-pitched playful voices.

I haven't written on this blog for over two weeks because I was doing what a true journalist is supposed to do: listen. I listened for two weeks at what my gay friend had to say about his life. No, not about his homosexuality. It turns out not even the gay people themselves can explain it. He instead talked to me about his family problems. I'm not going to reveal his name because he didn't even want me to write about him. Instead, he wanted me to refer to him as Kyle, though I'd much rather not use that name either.