Who, me, lesbian?!

Yea, me, lesbian. Apparently, there are rumors circulating around the institute of higher learning where I'm stuck at that I'm lesbian.

I guess not wearing skirts/dresses, not having a boyfriend, and being really good friends with girls earned me that 'reputation'.

Kinda unfair, I think. I'm labelled a lesbian just because I don't wear pink, because I don't flirt, and most of all because I don't act like an air-headed bimbo? Oh, wait. Scratch that term 'air-headed'. 'Empty-headed' would do better, because air is after all something, while the correct description of those who speculate about my sexual orientation would be closer to a vacuum in between the ears.

Well, forgive me if I don't giggle senselessly like a brainless Barbie doll or sway my ass when I walk. Sorry that I don't date just any male which comes my way, that I actually have certain standards when it concerns the person whom I'm gonna share my life with.

To all you people who speculate about me - or gossip about any other people, for that matter - I have one piece of advice for you: please do this world a favor, and go beg, borrow or steal if you have to, but just go GET A LIFE! Wait, do you even know what a life is, in the first place?

I guess not, since you spend your lack of a life talking about others'. Oh well.