Selfishness.

I manage to see a snip-it of The Real World while I’m cooking my cuisine of Ramen for the night. Synopsis of the 5 minutes I saw: Transgendered woman (i.e. used to be a man) is in some bar getting lit up. Next moment, she’s kissing some chick on the dance floor as another of the show’s characters adds commentary about her having a boyfriend. Later, transgendered woman (sorry, didn’t pay attention to names) tries to vindicate herself to roomie by stating she didn’t “technically do anything wrong,” presumably because it was a girl and not a guy she kissed. That’s not a loophole, that’s cheating*. Roomie says,“Why don’t you break up with him?” Audible sigh. “Because I love that damn man.” (Or something to that effect). All I can think of is selfish. You love him? No. You don’t. You love yourself. You love yourself so much that you’d allow yourself to hurt someone in order to feel loved and get attention. Not love. Selfishness. Gag.

*I realize I write quite a bit about cheating. I’m sure if the concept didn’t disgust me so much, I’d write less.