“If Mr. X can find someone you shouldn’t have any problems.” That might be my
I’ve heard all year.
I want to straighten something out with the universe; I am not single because I cannot find anyone. I am single because I rather be alone, I happen to enjoy my own company and other people are kind of assholes. It seems like a no brainer to me.
I’m aware that sounds horrible but, I spend a minimum of 48 hours a week dealing with whiny cry baby men at work, and rightly or wrongly just the thought of having to deal with one at home makes me want to take up serial killing.
“You’ll change your tone when you meet the right man”, I hear you and maybe your right, but I have no will to try and locate this magic man, or even hearing him out if he happens upon me. I think at this point he’d have to
tase me and tie me to a chair for me to take notice.
Maybe this is a sign I need a new job, or maybe that Mr. X did change me or maybe I’m just grumpy and getting old, who knows. But right now I’m choosing to embrace my grumpy singledom.
Anyways, you gorgeous people, I am going to go and enjoy the rest of the day before I go back to work tomorrow, but before I do I have this question for you; why is being single looked down on? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below. And as always, stay and play safe.
The Honest Bitch