…. it would seem, lies with other people not me. I have absolutely no problem with being single. Other people however feel the need to offer their condolences. No strike me, their condescension. ‘Oh it happens when you expect it least’, ‘Oh you’d never know who you’d meet’, ‘Oh it will hit you sideways’.
Really is that so.
I am starting to say ‘I’m not interested,‘ ‘Really I don’t care’, so much that I’m starting to come across as the lady doth protest too much. But I will say it again, that right now at this moment in time- I. Don’t. Care.
Look, I’m not against love. When it’s good it really is amazing and when it turns sour …. well we all know I don’t have to spell it out. Been there, have the t-shirt and its lying in the bottom of my wardrobe somewhere.
I can’t understand why people feel the need to reassure me. Reassure me of what? Even me mother is at it! But I suppose mothers will be mothers.
I never swaned around as a kid with a pillow case aka veil on my head. I was strutting around my sitting room being an important high flying executive who travelled the world and was really important-did I say important already?
Ok so I got the travelling around the world thing but I’m still working on the important thing.
God forbid that you would actually enjoy hanging out by yourself; enjoying a book in sweet uninterrupted peace and quiet. Or go shopping without a person straggling 5 feet behind you. Or even go to the cinema and enjoy the whole tub of pop corn to yourself-no sharing that’s right you never have to share when your single. Ahh I said it, it’s out there and its good. No sharing the bed, no sharing the food, no sharing the wine, no sharing desert, no sharing the bills, no sharing the cleaning, no constant sharing of personal space …… ahh sweet selfishness. I am selfish and I am proud and I plan on enjoying every sweet minute of it. Because who knows things might just change and I might get swept off my feet sideways, of course, and it will be when I least expect it, of course.