What's going on..?

I have a favorite cross, that I have been wearing on a leather chain around my neck for 3 years now. I wear it every day, it's a part of my daily wear.

I remember the first time I thought to myself "Is it OK to wear it? Am I bothering someone? Am I forcing my religion to the people around me?". That was the moment I realised... The world is f*cked up! Everywhere you go there are people who are offended. There is no safe space. You need to fit in their idea of "right" and you can't be "wrong" or they'll throw stones at you and blame you for bleeding... Sounds stupid, right? Well, isn't it stupid to get to this point of anxiety about "Am I offending someone?"? It's a common christian symbol that I was worried about. I respect and honor every existing religion. I don't judge people about their religion. Or sexual orientation. Or eating preferences. I don't care if you're 4, 14, 44 or 104 years old. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you - this is my philosophy. Do whatever you like and makes you happy and loved! That's why we're here, on this planet! But please, I'm begging you from my heart and soul... Don't make me feel bad, that these things are different for me! You are not me, I don't expect you to like the same stuff. But I am not you either... Why are you blaming me? Why are you throwing stones? Why are you surprised, when I'm bleeding? You might thing the only "right" colour is orange, but I like purple. And it's fine. I can accept you with your orange dress, why can't you accept my purple shoes? You are attracted to people of your own sex or gender... Fine. But why are you angry at me, because I like people of the opposite... What is my offence against you? What have I done to deserve this? And don't tell me I started the war, because I never wanted war. I was on your side, but you threw a stone at me. I'll never answer with a stone, because I believe it's wrong. It's my own personal believe. But why are you putting me in the situation you know is not right? You've been there! You know how difficult and impossible to deal with it is. Why? If you don't want it for you, why are you doing it to me? Please, stop! That's all I'm asking for. And you'll see that I'll show you nothing but love and gratitude! I promise. Just... Just stop...

Ëmptŷ's Dear Diary