When I was in elementary school I used to love going to the library to check out Greek mythology books. My friend Craig always read them and soon I wanted to discover the tales about Midas and the Golden Touch, The Cyclops, and my personal favorite; Pan's Labyrinth. The story about the Labyrinth wasn't what interested me though, it was Pan himself.
I've never really knew what was wrong with me all my life. In third grade, I told Samuel Jeffers that I had feelings for him. He thought that meant that he wanted to play football but I took it as he felt the same way as a girl would. Disney Channel shows always said those things anyways.
When we were finished passing the football and practicing our spirals, we went into his house for water and peanut butter sandwiches. We ended up watching SpongeBob and as soon as I felt the moment was right, I held his hand. Being young as we were, I thought that these feelings were natural and normal towards another boy; but Sam's mom seemed to disagree very strongly.
She came downstairs and saw us holding hands on the couch, and quicker than NASA computers could even indicate, she tore us apart and screamed at us both.
My mom picked me up, Sam switched teachers, and from that point on I never told a boy how I felt.
The reason why I liked Pan was because he was two different species. Everyone seemed to only like boys or only like girls. In a way, I was two different species.
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Definition of Insanity
RomanceIt is said by Albert Einstein that insanity is repeating the same behaviors and expecting different results. In this tale from the point of a bisexual teenage hormone-filled boy, he seems to be repeating his actions quite a lot.
