I can attest to this. My cousin is gay and he may win the award for most miserable human being on earth. His Facebook timeline is littered with woe-is-me posts from everything about his job, to his social life, to today’s massive ordeal—his car needs a new battery. I mean, the day in which he has been granted legal authority to marry someone, and he is on Facebook complaining about a $50 fix. He can’t adjust to normal life and has never been able to. I want to tell him he won’t have to worry about the gay marriage ruling because no one wants to marry a sack of mud.
My husband’s sister, who is also gay, is also incredibly depressing and never has anything positive or uplifting to say. She has destroyed her relationships with people because they don’t like the way she treats people—not because of her homosexuality. She has alienated herself from everyone, even the people willing to continue to have a relationship with her, and just says no one likes her because she’s gay. No, it’s because you are a mean-spirited, self-righteous and angry person.
All tells me the homosexuality is part of a deeper mental disorder.
Exactly.