Either way

Today I stumbled upon an interesting blog (and decided to follow). This lady had put up a post about being single and liking it…and the things one can do as a single guy or gal and love it.

I like the suggestions…in fact, I love them.

Being single does not give you a right to throw a pity-party every time you see couples walking hand-in-hand, kissing all over the place and doing little thing s for one another. Life is what you make it. too bad you didn’t make a page for you falling in love with that charming guy or that beautiful lady. So what?! There are no guarantees in life. Life happens to some, if not all of us, at some point…it’s never really that serious, things are never really what they seem (that includes either being single or part of a pair). deal with it already.

I am single, and there are instances, so many years back, when I’d feel sorry for my bony ass for being eye candy to all the men I was meeting on a daily. I hated, yes! hated myself for being skinny and unattractive.

I concluded in my mind that I’d NEVER get any admirers for the remaining part of my life. All that changed though.

I am still single, not attracting much attention, but I have not sat behind to wallow in self-pity. I move on. I try my best at everything I do. And I do it to oerfection.

Now, in the same light of talking about singlehood, I happened to talk to a gal pal of mine…the topic steered to men.

Why is it that every married woman will tell the single ones that being married, and staying with a man under the same roof is not fun, is not easy, is tough, is horrible, is ALL things hell and abhorable? Yet, in another light, they will tell you how blissfull it is to be with Mr so and so, how they are all in love, how the honey moon is still on centuries after… why the double standards?

People will NEVER want to see you as happy as they are. Wait! Don’t get it twisted, I’m doing some wishful thinking…I’m just amazed. I have many questions. I have lived with a man under the same roof, for a month, and…apart from the fact that he didn’t work, was enough to rub me the wrong way. But he was a good cook, and would keep the house clean when and if he really wanted to.

Anyway, I have concluded, either way, you make make life interesting. Whether you’re married to that man whom you discovered snores like the was an earthquake going on, scratched his balls like he was about to yank them off his groin area…whatever the case, I believe there is a way to make living together with that person blissful. As blissful as all married women claim, when the boat is sailing safely on high seas. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being sarcastic, but being real.

At least we single guys and gals keep things REAL. We don’t pretend to please anyone, yet hurt inside. Wah!

If you can’t make a fart in front of your significant other – there’s a problem right there.