I know today’s caption is a little depressing. It didn’t start off like that, but it sort of got away from me, no doubt influenced by some memories that have been dominating my thoughts. Lately, I’ve been thinking about a friend I had in high school. Or rather, he was more of an acquaintance. We knew each other, and we were friendly, but we never really connected one-on-one. To anyone who cared to notice, he was an obviously closeted gay teenager. But everyone sort of just ignored it. At the time, that was abnormal.
Anyway, Dennis (not really his name, but I need to call him something) came out in college. And to all outward appearances, he was happy. At least he acted like it until he killed himself. I guess his parents were an issue. Friends he’d known since grade school had cut ties when he came out. And his church (he was very involved) had all but cast him out.
I really don’t know what the point of this little anecdote is. But Dennis’ fate – which happened close to twenty years ago – has been on my mind. And it influenced today’s caption. So, I know it’s a bit of a downer. I get it. Nobody comes here wanting to feel bad. But I couldn’t help it today. Hopefully, I’ll get back to normal within the next couple of days.