Just when I thought I'd seen and heard it all...

Ok, this is a new one for me. I've been around enough I know how assumptions and speculation can get out of hand, and lead to idiotic rumours, but I've never been the subject of any of this, as far as I know, until now. I was having a chat about people at work with one of my co-workers tonight, when he mentioned that "some of the guys" think I'm gay. I said something like, "Bluhhhhh??" I said a whole bunch of stuff after that, most of which is unrepeatable. In case anyone doesn't know, I have two gay roommates (oops, sorry for outing you, guys). Now, despite any personal feelings I have about boy-boy dating, and all that, stemming from personal beliefs, religious upbringing, and long hours of introspection, I've found my present living situation to be better than 99% of the places I've lived in since leaving home, and my roommates to be easier to get along with than the vast majority. Hmm.. guess I should've been more vocal about this before planning on moving out. More on that later.
So I guess "the guys" at work - who may or may not be some of the other security guards, since there are only about three or four other females working in this building, and that's on a GOOD day - figure since I've mentioned having gay roommates, I must be gay. Well ya, that makes sense. Except for the fact that I think our entire gender as a group is physically repulsive, we smell funny, we've got lots of nasty hair, and our bodies are chock full of lumps, bumps, corners and knobby parts. If I compared the two genders to cars, men would be rusty wood-panelled station wagons - good for moving stuff around, not so nice to look at. Women are more like sports cars.. Ferraris, Corvettes, maybe. I don't know how to work the whole child-bearing thing into that analogy, so I won't try. And if my experience living in the house I'm in now has changed me at all, it's reinforced that belief even moreso. Even one or two glimpses of one of my roommates running out of bathroom scantily clad have been too many for me.
Now, I'm not actually hurt or offended by hearing what my co-workers think; I'm just still trying to wrap my brain around it. How does one make that leap of logic? Is every single person I know who lives or has lived with a gay person also gay? Does it work the other way too? When I lived in Viet Lawn, there was one fella who was there, who's still there, actually, who's gay. Being surrounded by all those straight people may have done something to him, I think. I sometimes wonder if he's checking out ladies more, cuz of being surrounded by all those "breeders".
I'm making a big deal out of this, if that's how it's percieved, not because of the specific issue, but moreso because one thing that drives me Absolutely. Completely. Totally. Insane is when people make assumptions about me, or twist words, or misunderstand me. Whether people think I'm gay, Mormon, Communist, or a space alien, I become consumed with hunting these people down and arguing with them, or doing whatever I have to do to convince them of what and who I am. I absolutely cannot abide being misrepresented. Ever. Some of you are probably thinking I shouldn't waste time worrying about it, life is too short, all that crap. Well, I'm still not used to being on the recieving end of such idiocy, so I don't think I can do that. I'm saying this preemptively so you won't waste your breath telling me to just let this go. Also, I'm explaining the reasoning behind my manic obsession so you won't think I'm paranoid about people thinking I'm gay. Because if you make that assumption, you will be doing exactly what I just described, that is you will have an inaccurate perception of me. Please don't do that, cuz you won't be able to handle the sheer amount of wrath I unleash on you. Trust me, this would be the wrong time to say anything dumb like that to me.
I don't think I'm actually going to be able to track down the clowns who dream up this fairy tale (haww.. double entendre), and it wouldn't do any good. I think just ranting about it on here will be therapeutic enough for me. And no one at work reads or even knows about my blog. Whatever.. their loss.
So in other news, I'm moving out sometime in the new year. Either in February or March, I expect. That was the "big news" I hinted about earlier. I've already told most people, but now it's right out in the open. I didn't want to spill it to everyone until I'd gone to see the building, just in case. I'm going to be moving in with a friend to an apartment building downtown. She's straight by the way. I dunno if that has any bearing on my preference. Of course, I don't think so, but what do I know:P comments?
I Loooooove downtown. Can't wait! Actually, that's the main reason I'm going there. I'm going to be about 5 or 6 blocks from TD square. How cool is that.
In other news, I had a nice long chat with Robyn earlier today. Read her blog; it's on the right-hand side of the page here. She's by far my favourite blogger, and one of my favourite writers personally. Go read her blog, but if you make any comments, don't say anything dumb:P haha. Just kidding. I'm working on very little sleep right now, sitting in a very uncomfortable chair, using a POS computer, with a keyboard from the Stone Age that desparately needs to be put in the dishwasher.
I'm done now. Lemme know what you think.