More uncomfortable than I thought...

Recently, I had to tell a complete stranger that I like girls...
OK..."had to" are the wrong words. I didn't have to anything. But I told her.
And before I told her I ummmed and aaahed and felt like what I was about to tell her would send her running 600 miles in the other direction - which, truthfully, wouldn't have been such an issue cause this girl really was a complete stranger.

See, now this is where my problem comes in- why did I even think about telling her? Why did telling this random that means nothing to me mean something to me?

Start to get all paranoid about sub-conscious issues that I might actually have, deep down... But then...

I don't know...

If I'm completely honest with myself I can say that I am uncomfortable with the idea of being lesbian. No - that came out wrong. I am uncomfortable with being called a lesbian - I think I'm worried that people will bracket me into that pathetic category that I know I have placed so many girls into - that of "so straight".

Even writing that I can see how ridiculous it is... I'm having doubts about who I am because I'm worried about what some stranger will think of me?

But I do have these doubts - and whether or not they're justified...they are there...