| My master plan to stay single for an entire year went off without a hitch. I think being single, 23, and male is 90% exuberant freedom and 10% desperate loneliness. For starters, I can do pretty much whatever I want. I have no set schedules, no time limits, and no one to bitch and moan about the way I'm acting. It's like having Game Genie for partying! Of course, I should have someone tell me how stupid I'm acting sometimes. Anyway, I get to do whatever I want, and that's the best thing in the world. The other ten percent is not fun, but at least it's rare. You know, you have those moments and wish you could share them with someone? Yeah, I don't really have anyone to share things with (which is a plus when it comes to leftover pizza). Also, if you can't find a drinking buddy, you're just left alone and bored, which is frustrating. I'll take the sheer joy of liberty and a consequence free life. OK, so I have no life partner. Whoopty fuck. I don't need one right now, and it presents me with an opportunity to hang out with an eclectic multitude of folks. I do as I please, which is the lifestyle God intended us to have. So for tonight, my schedule is open. If I want to fill it up, I can. If I want to be a vegetable, I can. If I want to split the difference, go get the bottle of Captain Morgan out of the freezer and start flying high, I can do that too. I'm invincible! Just sometimes, I get a little lonely. |
