Back in high school, I was very insecure and awkward. Rough times. I spent a considerable amount of time worrying about my sexuality. It was a secret and I wanted it to remain that way. This is one of many experiences where I became terrified that my secret would be revealed.
"Hey kiddo! Come upstairs!"
Aunt Sue was eagerly inviting me upstairs to grab some food to eat. My extended family lived upstairs. I wasn't sure if they had suspicions about my sexuality. However, when you're trying so hard to conceal a secret, the paranoia begins to set in. Being upstairs made me feel uneasy.
I decided to not think so hard and go upstairs anyways. To be polite.
The food was on the dinner table where my grandpa, my cousin, Uncle D, and Aunt Sue were sitting. I grabbed a plate and proceeded to fill it with a myriad of food. I was hoping for a simple grab and go.
Then out of nowhere, Uncle D asked me a question.
"Do you want a girlfriend?"
"Do you want a boyfriend?"
I froze. I couldn't let them know that I was gay. I told myself to just stay calm. All eyes were on me.
I tried to look relaxed but I'm sure my hands were slightly shaking. I finished filling my plate with food before dashing away into the comfort of my living room.