Cryptic

If you think this is one of those well-planned, long-ass posts that I occasionally put up, you're wrong. I'm just going to ramble, so you've been warned.

There's something I want to do. It's been at the back of my mind since I first found out about it, but I've always pushed it to the very back of my mind because well, it wasn't all that important. I knew about it, and some others knew about it, and that was enough for me - I didn't need everyone to know.

The problem is, there was a recent event that got me thinking - I decided that I wanted to be able to tell others about it, that I wanted to be able to show how proud I was of it.

But I'm still scared. I see some people being so flippant about theirs, and it makes me think that hey, if I were as flippant about it as they were maybe no one would freak out if I told them. The thing is... Everyone hears about theirs a lot more. I'm not upset about it, but it's the truth.

Only Milk and a few friends know. I used to be scared about letting others know, but now I'm trying to come to terms with it so if you know what to ask and do ask, I'll answer what needs to be answered. I mean it - you can ask me anything you want (I'll let you know as politely as I can if I can't answer some of the questions due to personal reasons) as long as you're polite and if you know what I'm talking about here.

I'm not exactly hiding anything, I'm just incredibly subtle about it. If you want to know what I'm talking about, all you need is a little observation. I'm quiet about it too on all forms of social media except one - there, I feel like I'm in a huge family with people as weird as I am. We connect. We share stories. It feels good.

I'm not sharing this because I feel pressured to do so, it's more because I want to do it. I want to share something that's a big part of me, and it's not because I want to prove a point or whatever. I'm doing this for me because I want to.

I don't want to be scared any more. I'm proud, and I want more people to know about it.

Think of this as my tribute to the 11th of October, if you will.

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