Years ago, I was watching a video where some LGBT people were marching. And a group of guys hindered that march. They were dancing and singing national dances and songs. I was so happy with the fact and I was thinking \u2013 how nice that the Armenian men preserve our national values.<\/p>\n
I have a friend, my closest friend, with whom I have been friends for eight years. He came out to me as gay. That was a shock to me, and I started to laugh at that shocking moment. I was laughing and laughing, and I could not look at his face. I then turned, looked at his face, and understood that my laughter was not right at that moment.<\/p>\n
I remembered that he was telling stories from his personal life, but he never showed a picture or said a name, and I did not see those people.<\/p>\n
That was the time I questioned myself, why I didn\u2019t see those people if I\u2019m best friends with him? That is to say, I’ve heard stories, the real side of which is a bit different. The biggest thing I felt at that moment was that I was a traitor. Would you ask why I am a traitor? Because I left him alone, I wasn\u2019t able to be open enough for him to tell me all those stories thoroughly.<\/p>\n
Then I decided to watch that video again, which made me feel good some time ago.\u00a0 I was watching and watching, and it was so sad. Tradition, Armenian girl, Armenian boy, Armenian genes, the Armenian question, I don\u2019t know what else \u2013 that was all so ridiculous, those were such pointless and meaningless words that did not lead anywhere. What did it mean? Nothing, nothing that had any value.<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s when I realized that the most important thing in this life is a person, who is possibly someone\u2019s friend.<\/p>\n