My submission for the asexuality awareness week
I never though I would ever write this because it has never mattered to me. Although it has always been a part of me, but i never had time to sit and brood to come to terms with this part of me. But then why would you write about something that doesn’t matter to you and isn’t an obstacle in your everyday life, you ask? well here you go…
I have the most unfriendly type of personality possible, in terms of emotions. I don’t like confronting my emotions, I don’t talk about them, i don’t use it to detour from my decisions. Growing up I never watched movies and never listened to the mainstream music that the world is mad about. The reason being that i failed at relating with it, so i stuck to my sci-fi and horror genre. I convinced myself that when i grow up, i’ll feel the same way the world does, instead of feeling a certain disgusted repulsion towards it.
Then i got into bonehead high school with other buster kids called ‘teenagers’ and tolerating them for 5 hrs everyday was impossible for me, let alone relating to them. They all were bathing in the river of hormones that were gushing through their minds making them look stupider. But in this whole scenario, I was still out of the city that river flew in. All i could conclude from their strange behaviour was that they just like the idea of being besotted, for someone, anyone. And their hormones are the wielder in this Shakespearean drama.
But then the question was, where were my hormones? Maybe I have mastered self control? or maybe I don’t have time for this BS? or maybe me being a misanthrope has something to do with it?
little things that indicated toward me not being straight were-
Frowning upon girls/boys who talked of having “crush” and giving so much of their energy/time to this juvenile amalgamation of love.
Wondering why boys get so hurt when girls friend-zoned them.
Researching and researching and dying to know why these people wanna hold hands?
Reading psychology and becoming Sigmund Freud and still not understanding the psychology behind these fanciful and whimsical crushes.
Being disconcerted and confused when almost all the girls were behind this ONE. GUY. who didn’t even know how to not utter shit from his mouth. like how do they all know that he is going to be the one everyone is gonna go behind? do they discuss this in a meeting?
What is this love shit people speak of?
Bursting into laugh when i realised that females drool over tom cruise and Ryan gosling .
Thinking that females are just endearing/sympathising their favourite male artists by complementing their looks.
In all this I was too naive to realise that i am the odd one out.
To put this all laconically, I am asexual. aromantic asexual. I don’t feel any romantic/sexual attraction towards any gender. I don’t find any magic in your breathtaking beauty and I am not spellbound by your extreme handsomeness. No i will not watch that romantic movie no matter how much you force me. I would rather leave traces in the form of equations and theories rather than producing kids, and i would rather spend my life solving the universe instead of marrying.
“But its just a phase”
If asexuality is ‘just a phase’ then how can you be so sure that your heterosexuality is also not ‘just a phase’?
Yes i feel alone. And yes, sometimes it feels like there is a colour that the whole world can see except me. But maybe the purpose of my life is different than others. Maybe i was designed this way to fulfill the purpose of my life.
[Mod Noel: Thank you so much for sharing this!]