Get Over It

I smoke, get over it. I'm an Atheist, get over it. I'm bisexual, get over it. I smoke pot, get over it. I'm different, deal with it. I'm me, accept me or not, I clearly don't give a fuck. However, just because you don't understand the how's or the why's of my beliefs doesn't give you the right to tell me how wrong I am, or how to live my life. Just because you don't see the allure of my lifestyle does NOT, under any circumstances, give you the right to think of me as anything other than human; I am no different than you on the inside. I have the same skeleton as you. We both have eyes, a nose, a mouth, hair, legs, feet, arms, hands, fingers; we both have a heart (though yours, I'm beginning to doubt the existence of) a mind, and so on and so forth, but when was it ever your obligation to concern yourself with my mind and my beliefs? When was it ever your "God given right" to concern yourself with trying to change who I am as a person?

I'm me, get over it.