I . . . see too many people too often.

I'm one of those people who needs alone time and lots of it. And frankly, I haven't had, well, time for that lately. Between work (which is nothing but talking to people), rehearsal (ditto . . . and also, um, interacting with people), and having a girlfriend (double ditto) . . . there's just not much time. And since I've suddenly transformed into a Normal Person, when I AM alone, people talk to me (phone). And because I, like Mr. Sunshine, am trying to make myself into being a Nice Person, I talk back instead of ignoring them.

I actually quite liked the other me.

So, yes . . . girlfriend. Winter and I are dating now. We like each other, yes, but I think she's doing this mostly for the novelty of it as she's never had a girlfriend before. And me, well . . . I like her and I like having a girlfriend in general. I don't know. It almost doesn't feel like a real relationship or something. Although that could be just because of Hamlet stuff and whatnot. Who's to say, really?

But it's not serious or anything, so it's not a big deal.

I've also been hanging out with Evan a lot lately. We mostly just smoke and complain about how we were raised. It's more fun than it sounds. Yesterday, at rehearsal, we went outside on our break to smoke and got locked outside. Despite having contacted everyone upstairs to let them know we were outside so they could let us in, we were out there a good 20 minutes. After rehearsal, Marlene took us aside to lecture us a little bit.

Apparently, they searched the building for us . . . including in places like dark corners, closets, and bathrooms. Everyone, it seemed, had concluded that we'd disappeared to go make out or something.

Evan and I burst out laughing . . . because the thought had literally never occurred to either of us. We explained that we weren't, we were just smoking . . . but she clearly didn't believe us until Evan said,

"Well, I'm gay."

"Oh," Marlene said.

"And I have a girlfriend," I said.

"So you're both gay," she said, and looked relieved.

"Well --" I started to say, because I'm not actually gay, I'm bi. But she kept on . . . with the idea that perhaps the reason we'd been so hard to find was because we'd been smoking pot. Which we weren't.

At the time, it amused me . . . just because of the absurdity of the situation (although I guess that didn't really help our case for being stone-cold sober). I guess it's because I knew that Evan is gay and I know he thinks I am. I suppose I didn't consider that everyone else probably doesn't know . . . although I guess they do now.

It was really, really funny . . . but now I just feel awkward about it. I think it's probably more over the implicit accusations of Seven Minutes in Heaven and getting stoned. And as for my bisexuality, well . . . I suppose it's fortunate that I have a girlfriend right now and not a boyfriend. I don't really date guys anyway. I don't encounter many that I want to date . . . and my family makes it SO hard with guys, because they (well, except my mother) assume that I've seen the light and turned straight. And, of course, they want me to date every guy they see me with . . . which is a problem because all of my male friends are gay except for two. "That guy's cute," they'll say. "Why don't you date him?"

"Uh . . . "

And then, last night on the way home, they said that I have gay friends because god might be "calling me" into a MINISTRY for gay people . . . to turn them straight, of course. I was so mad I couldn't even think about them anymore . . . much less look at them OR talk to them.

It seems ever more likely that I was switched at birth, because there is just NO way possible I could be related to people like that.