I'd be afraid

I don't know what i would do if i did not feel right in my own skin. If i felt uncomfortable in my femaleness. Two transgendered men live in my dorm who regularly dress like women. One of my very good friends was a transgendered male-female and it never bothered me or freaked me out. I absolutely love my friend Shawn. But I cannot even imagine how it feels to live in their shoes. To live a life of constant harassment, bullying, and fear. Which are the same feelings that young adults are experiencing when they realize that they are either gay, bisexual, transgendered, or transvestite. I used to frequent a private organization that has been established in Indiana named Indiana's Youth Group, or IYG for short. I've met countless friends from there that I will know for the rest of my life but while i can befriend them and hangout with them, i will never understand the struggle.
A struggle that they experience on a mental, physical, and metaphorical level. I cant imagine being uncomfortable in the skin i was born with. Would i feel trapped? Experience panic attacks? Would my family understand since a lot of people in the outside world sure as hell don't? The other day was National Coming Out day.
Even though my orientation is straight, I'm coming out for those who experience this on a day to day basis.
I don't know what it is like to walk a mile in your shoes but you best believe I'd be willing to walk a mile alongside you.

Sometimes it is nice to take the scenic route

Maybe my outlook on life has changed but I feel so optimistic these past few days. The world has changed in my eyes, a definite change for the better though. I used to be pessimistic and I always had a negative outlook on situations. Always expecting the worst out of people. But it's so unhealthy to live like that. Negative energy not only breed more negative energy but it also attracts it.You've heard the saying -those of like personalities subconciously find one another- like any other group of people. Pessimists breed pessimism and attract the hell out of it from outside sources. I can't live like that anymore. Aside from being enamored with my newfound optimism, I feel so much more spontaneous. Life's journeys cannot be planned. In fact, what you plan for never occurs how it should. The plan has kinks in it that people act unaware of but they know damn well the kinks are lurking around the next bend waiting to give you a metaphorical flat. People become so focused on planning their life that they miss half of it. One day they'll wake up seventy and in a nursing home, confused, wondering where their life went. To be spontaneous is to be free and open to every rising opportunity. It doesn't mean that one has to partake in every opportunity but each one is there as an option. Just tonight, since it's my birthday week, I chose to hangout with the italian twins and play video games. Staying up all hours of the night learning to kill nazi zombies on COD and spending my evening with two very good friends. Even though I didn't make it back to the room until early morning, I had a great evening just being spontaneous and optimistic. Enjoying life.
To actually live is to live like your going to die every single day. We have to make the most of what we have left. Life is so short in the span of all time.
Enjoy the scenery, it'll be gone one day.