Apparently my grandmother has been asking if I’m gay again. My sister told her no. It’s just that I’m not interested in dating right now. “But why?” she kept asking, incredulously.

Hrm.

For some reason, almost every time I encounter my father for a long enough stretch of time, he starts asking me about females also, or telling me not to worry, that I’ll find someone someday. If I bother to tell him (once again) that I’m simply not interested, he inevitably (once again) asks me if I’m gay. It’s like he’s paranoid about it.

Something must be wrong with me. I’m not spreading my seed to the four winds!

Ye gads. Can’t a person just be left alone, and in peace? Some individuals need to get their priorities in place…