Spring Break #3

I went downtown to eat at Hiroko's Place, a nice little Japanese café, with my dad.

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It's a cute little place, with stuff like Omu-Rice (an omelet with ketchup, rice, and chicken in it) and good curry.

The subways were so crowded today...it was beautiful outside, so I guess the tourists came out to have fun.

Afterwards, my dad and I got onto the subway to go back up town. There was a young gay couple sitting across from us.
In situations like these, I get very nervous because my dad is very, very conservative. It's sort of interesting really...it's like he creates a barrier between them and himself; they're part of the group of crazies that you have to ignore on the subway. But for me, on the inside, I just want him to see that gay people can be in responsible relationships. They're not running around molesting children, or getting AIDS...we're all human beings.
One day, I want to be in a relationship like that...they seemed so content with each other. Nothing mattered to them, just the fact that they were doing things together. The optimism of it gave me such a warm feeling inside, I may never feel scared of anything again. In them, I saw the hope of a life without boundaries or painful regrets, regrets that tear at you and never truly heal...I understand that getting hurt is part of life, obviously. But there's a difference in getting hurt when someone's there to support you, than if you're all alone till the day you die, regretting you never tried anything.