Well, shit. I was hoping I'd save all the self-discovery for oh I dunno never- but that didn't work out.

Writing a book about gays? Check.

Had a cathartic conversation with a gay friend? Check.

Breaking up with a 2.5 year girlfriend?

Check.

And now it'll be an enormous point of contention between me, my friends, family, and everyone. No, really. I was able to hide for the better part of seven years that I was this way and now my entire social life was founded on it. Now I get to go and pick through and cross off all of the friends I had that would turn out to be entirely closed-minded and homophobic and all that.

Umbra, she still ain't into you.

And then there's the point of living out the remaining 1.2 years of high school.

Whoops, I came out just early enough for everyone to hate me next year!

I'm hoping that "where is the difference from before- we were friends then and it didn't matter, so why does it now?" will suffice as a valid enough argument for these people.

But I don't feel as though it will be.