You're Not in the Stands for Me.

Okay, so I haven't posted in quite some time now. I've been thinking about things that I need to post and get off my chest, but I haven't had the time with the stresses of my life. However, I'll post what's on my mind right now.

So I've been cheering since 6th grade. Whenever I expressed an interest to become a cheerleader, it became an argument. My dad didn't want me to. I had to "fight" him on it. I wrote him a letter to explain why I wanted to do it, and why I should. After he considered he finally "allowed" me to become a cheerleader. My cheer history has not been an easy road, nor has it been easy. I've been under constant scrutiny since I became a cheerleader. As most/all of you know, I'm from a tiny town who is still caught up in it's stereotypical ignorance. Becoming a male cheerleader has cost me friendships, and has cause many people to hate me. It sucks to know that people will not accept you because you're different, or you're interested in different things. So what if I'm a male who likes/participates in cheerleading. Why should it matter to anyone? In reality, it absolutely doesn't. However, that's not the point of this post.

With the scrutiny that has come with being a cheerleader, you would think I would get a lot of support from my family. WRONG! My dad supports it financially but not physically. My mom doesn't support me in anyway, neither does my brother, nor my aunt, nor my grandma, or anyone other than my friends and former cheerleaders. My parents and grandma have come to a grand total of..........two games. My eighth grade night and senior night. My brother hasn't been to a single game to watch me cheer. None of them even care to familiarize themselves with the "cheer lingo." The point of this being on my mind is because I talked to my brother earlier and asked him if he wanted to come to my game on Saturday. He'll already be in Ramsey, but when I asked, he informed me that he'd rather be hanging out with a girl he doesn't have a chance with or hanging out with my parents. He told me he'd rather be doing either of those than wasting "what like two hours of my life at some game." I told him, that he probably wouldn't make it to any of the other games this season, because he had already told me that prior to tonight. He didn't seem so concerned.

The reason that this sucks is because I consider myself to be pretty close to my brother and consider him one of the few true friends that I have. For him to be so passive and apathetic towards something I'm passionate about, just sucks.

All in all, I don't understand how my family can be so apathetic over something I love so much. Also, at times they've all jumped on the stereotypical bandwagon of male cheerleaders. It's nice to know that I don't have support from the people that should be supporting me.

This is one of the reasons I find family to be unimportant.