today, at work, i met a woman who left her husband and children for another woman. she would have been in her mid fourites, not working, newly married (in some country other than australia i presume), pretty damn carefree and, especially, very much in love.
even though she was a rather strange character and kept asking very stupid questions, the amount of happiness flowing off her was unmistakable. she and her partner were married, and she often emphasised how ecstatic her partner would be, as if they were just two halves of a whole.
upon conveying my amazement to a coworker of mine, i gleaned his complete and utter distaste for the whole situation. some of the vocabulary he used was rather vulgar and shall not be repeated here, but it was evident that he thought the idea was repulsive. i mean, fair enough, everyone involved in this transition would have gone through a traumatic experience; possibly much more traumatic than if there was no same sex relationship, but it’s still just two people following their hearts. which is supposed to be romantic, right?
so how come when the story is about the forbidden love of a man and a woman and the difficulties are overcome it’s so heartwarming, but the moment it takes a step out of the box it becomes unfathomably wrong?
sure, i was amazed and interested, and maybe not completely open minded because i don’t come in contact with these things that much, but sometimes the amount of close mindedness we still experience in society amazes me.
humanity… is just a tasteless joke.