She; whoever made you a god? Whoever gives you the right?

Furiously she started typing. And as she blurted out her thoughts in the chatbox, it felt as thou her fingers came to life.
Neither was she in the mood for such lowly comments nor did she have the time. "Aaaaaaarrrgggh! You're going to hear me now, oh yes you are"
She knew not why, but this morning she woke up with quite a few unpleasant thoughts and the weirdest feelings. Yet in spite of it all, she's been trying to keep up a chat with this acquaintance who, most of the time made no sense whatsoever.
Most conversations with him could be cut off quickly, with a practical and polite smiley. And at other times, out of a low level of patience, she simply chooses not to even salute.
Why she didn't opt for the latter today, is still a mystery. Maybe what followed was written somewhere in the stories of their lives, meant to pass.
"I mean, I try to see the colors in life and be happy. But I don't want anyone to think that I'm holding the gay flag", was his reply when she asked him to explain something he previously said.
She could not believe what she was reading. She raised an eyebrow, took one deep breath and calmly said to herself "stay polite woman, stay polite!"
As cold as she could, she wrote him back "What's up with that? You have an issue with gay people?"
"Nope, but I just don't like them"
Never did she dare think that so much disgust and anger could activate in her, all at once. And her thoughts were running too fast for her fingers to keep pace. So without over-thinking for another split second and without weighing her words no more, she spit out her thought like a dragon spitting out fiery fireballs....
" Hm, so does being gay make you less human? Less worthy of affection and attention? Less... in any sense of the word? Or are they in some way more of a sinner than you and I?" And while she pressed the send button she was thankful that he wasn't personally standing in front of her.
"I just don't like what they do, ok? I'm just not pro-gay...", he answered quickly as thou he lost his temper at her persistence about the topic.
She sat straight in her chair as she thought out loud "and you're god...you can judge someone so harshly" and she rolls her eyes.
"Listen up," she answers angrily "and I want you to understand me VERY well. I'm not gay...but you see... I do OTHER things that people might probably dislike. And I'm very sure, you do too! Now, wouldn't you love it if people just treated you as the wonderful human being you can be and not as a cheap imposed labeling? For, if we're going to make a list of people that only do things that others liked, none of us would even really qualify to stand on that list now, do we?"
She stopped for a moment and saw him writing back. But at this point she wasn't interested to stop and listen any longer, so without even waiting for his reply she furiously continued...
"I'm sick of seeing people refer to and or treat gay people as thou they were some kind of a disease or as thou their sexual life makes them inferior or some kind of a cast away," she wrote, "since when does sexuality make one human being more or less than the other? Gay people can be so amazingly fun, loving and caring... But we don't like them; not because they have wronged us personally in some way or another, but because of their sexuality. How disgustingly unfair! Sexuality does not define a person. Instead, their personality does. Their character does. Their dedication, their love, their honesty....who they are and what they do....THAT'S what makes a person. And I can proudly call someone like that A FRIEND, regardless of their race, believe, economical status OR their sexuality. Maybe I don't approve of what they do. But, I don't think i need to approve of all your actions for you to 'qualify' to be my friend...or for I to even treat you. Cuz maybe they were exactly the people who were there for me when the 'generally acceptable' friend turned their back away for the stupidest reason. Maybe they were the ones to keep up with me through laughter and isolation when the seemingly righteous 'friend' was too high and holy as to understand. Maybe...it was a gay person who spoke strength and courage when the 'friend' who preaches Love looked down on me because of a wrong choice I've made. And you tell me I should dislike such a person because he's sexually different? "
Silence broke. And she decided to step back a little and let him digest.
"Oh my God, you're so right..." was all he could answer.
And with the canyons of argumentations still rambling in her head and with her hands trembling with the urgency to keep smearing him in the face what she though of his lowly reaction, she looks at the screen of her phone. "Got news for you, no one made you a god!" She mumbles and makes an attempt as to start the next sentence.
Finally after a short while she heavily breaths out, closes her eyes and puts her phone aside. "Enough for now," she says to herself " as for NOW its been enough!!"


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