Something really upsetting happened to me. Today, my mom left me at the pool while she went to the gym around the corner. I was just sitting on the steps of the pool because I wasn't really in the mood for swimming, and then all of a sudden our neighbor from across the street swam up to me and said hi and that it was so good to see me and blah blah blah. She was maybe 40, and I'm 12, almost 13. Then she grabbed my ankles and tried to pull me into the water as a joke. I laughed, even though nothing was funny, and told her to please not do that. She sat next to me on the steps and asked me why I was wearing a t-shirt at the pool even though I'm a boy. I felt embarrassed so I didn't answer. I didn't want to tell her that I'm self-conscious because I feel like I'm too skinny. She told me to take it off. I said I didn't want to. She told me to take it off again. I shook my head. Then she came at me and pulled my shirt off over my head and I didn't say anything because I couldn't believe she was actually taking off my shirt even after I said no. Then she grabbed my ankles again and dragged me under the water and started tickling me. I felt really uncomfortable so I tried to swim away but she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a really tight hug. I didn't like that either. I moved away from her and started swimming but she followed me, and ten seconds later she grabbed me and started hugging me again. This time I really did not like that so I tried to push her away but she wouldn't let go. Everyone was staring at the two of us. It was so embarrassing. She just would not leave me alone. She kept grabbing me, pulling me, hugging me, and she was putting her hands on my legs and stomach and throat. I tried to swim away but she gave me a hug from behind and her hands were all over me. Not really in an inappropriate way, but just all over my body, including my face. Including other weird places that are not really normal for people to touch, like my thighs and lower back. I told her to stop, I really told her to please stop, but she did't. Then, I don't know why, but I started crying. I mean, I was really scared. But she left me alone after she saw that I was crying and I got out of the pool and sat on the beach chairs until my mom came back to get me. I didn't tell her about what the lady did. But I wonder, was I silly for crying? Was she wrong for doing that to me? Did I over exaggerate? I don't know.
Honestly, I never really cared about LGBT identity. I don't call myself straight or bi or whatever you name it. I just happen to like everyone. And my reason is just not to be alone. Because I hate the feeling of being alone. Just that person to love. Also the clothes I wear I'm not gender fluid, I have moods like everyone does but I'm not all over the place that I'd wear ultimately a guy clothing from girl clothing the next day I just know what's comfortable on a particular time of the day and "sigh" finally the LGBT trend dies off now that I don't have to argue explaining what my sexuality is... I just who I am that's all (if a questionnaire asks me about my sexuality, I'll just put straight or nothing because i have no idea how society expect me to say about my sexuality). I'll want to get married have kids that's all! it's 2018 after all... that's what they say. I'm being myself trying to be selfless and this LGBT thing is just a part of it tbh. BTW, I respect others who are LGBT or whoever might see this offensive but yeah you see that's just my opinions regarding myself..
During my training class at work, our trainer and a girl in the class had a thing going on. I don't know how serious it got, I just know there were some vibes between them, they were texting and having drinks after work. It was weird. She's in a relationship, he has a son not much younger than her. No one really talked about it but I know I'm not the only one that picked up on those vibes. He wasn't inappropriate during class, she just wasn't discreet about her crush on him. I'm sure dating a student during class is something HR frowns on, but I didn't know enough details to snitch with. They're consenting adults and weren't inappropriate at work, I'm not sure it would even warrant a trip to HR.
When I was 14, I told one of my friends about a creepypasta I had read completely without warning (and I had never talked about any remotely gory media with this friend so I had no reason to assume that she would be interested in that stuff). I literally just said "I read a story where a girl murders and eats her friend" like it was a normal thing to say and, understandably, she said nothing. I was so stupid. Talking about creepy stuff like that just because I was obsessed with that story... I wish I could have un-creeped her out somehow but I couldn't think of anything.
Milky Baby, who ever invented you, must have a very active imagination.