#singlethoughts

I am

a single woman with a D20 in hand

Looking for

a fellow half-elf wizard adventurer at the local tavern

Ready to

It had always read the scrolls within these bottles, piecing together the lives of those who had sent them out upon the currents. But lately, the messages had changed. They were fragments, not full stories. A single line, a thought, a fleeting whisper.

Today, a new bottle bobbed to the surface. The wolf dipped its muzzle into the water, retrieving the glass vessel. The parchment within was damp, but the ink remained.

Telling me, oy bakit single ka pa, 28 ka na mag asawa ka na, oy kelan ka magkakajowa lumandi ka kasi, ang choosy mo kasi. Tatanda ka niyan na dalaga, etc.

I don't want to talk about it or ethier be rude, or even answer them in sarcasm or jump to their pokes fun at, but here's the thing.

1st - this is not your life, it's my life I am happy dealing with it.

2nd- I'm preserved and conserved.. Respect it.

3rd- imbes na ako kami inaatupag niyo, improve yourself, buti nga hindi kami dumadag sa mga kakilala or kaibigan niyo na pinoproblema niyo kasi kung sino sino na lang pinapakikilala sa inyo.

4th- I don't understand what's good in collect and select, all i understand with it is "habang parami nang parami, padumi nang padumi.."

I was sitting in the living room while mum was watching Sex and the City (the movie) and there was a line about your “happy ending” being marrying the perfect guy.

Why is that the definition of a happy ending? Movies, tv shows, songs and even musicals teach us that a happy ending involves being in a relationship and this fucks up everyone who relationships don’t come easy to, or at all.

Where is this coming from?

Well, yes I admit that biologically we are designed to reproduce and programmed to want to. Then religion came along and chastised our natural instinct to fuck anything that moves and said that we must find one, and only one, mate to legally bind yourself to, with a contract that if broken will damn you to hell.

So, it is a little difficult when you find yourself 18 years into single life which, according to tv shows and films, is the peak time for finding the love of your life after some great romantic comedic adventure.

Right, so there’s something wrong with me, it’s all my fault no one wants to date me and that’s awful because I’m supposed to have a boyfriend right now - that is what I’m told is supposed to happen. Great, now I both blame and hate myself and have cripplingly low self-esteem.