Addicted to the Single OTV lifestyle?
The other night I had a few Drizzles, I came home, left my jeans in the middle of the floor and slept sideways in my bed.
The next day I got up, showered, put on the same pants and went about my business. That's some single shit. Gotta love it. I can't see that happening if I was married or at least living with a female.
It's things like the above that allow me to cherish my single life and think about how good it feels to do what I feel like when I want to. Yeah, I thought about it: Single for life. I'm saying, perhaps the forever ever ever single life ain't that bad after all.
A girlfriend here and there or every now and then could be less stress than a spouse nagging or squeezing the toothpaste tube from the middle. Then again, who wants to be dating at like 60?
I gotta cousin who I kicked it with until he found his first girlfriend in the 10th grade. Since then it's been a wrap--that was like 20 years ago. They now have 2 children and she is the only woman he's ever known. Sometimes, when he visits me, he'll ask me, "So, what's it like? You know, the women. Are you a player or what? Aren't you scared of AIDS? Is it really wild out there? It's crazy huh?"...
The crazy part about dude, is that he is serious! He thinks we're all freaks playing Russian Roulette. He doesn't know of the world of dating beyond the media, movies and television shows. So he thinks we're all freaks dodging AIDS. The other crazy part is that I grew up with this dude riding bikes, smoking weed you name it. I used to think he was "normal." But when he was like 15, it all came to a halt. I used to think that she put a spell on him--put some blood in his food or something. He never snapped out of it. But now I look back and dude is--still--happily married and one of the few childhood homies I know to be so (I'm glad for his weird ass).
As for myself, the older I get the more single I seem to become. I used to search, wait and pray for that special woman to appear in the produce aisle but it hasn't happened. Consequently, I've thought about the advantages and adventures of being single for life. After all, it can be fun. No baggage. I don't hear any smack, lip, and I can leave my draws (not drawers or drawls)..yes "DRAWS" (say DRAWZ) anywhere I please.
My Pastor says that some of us are "addicted to our lifestyles" and sometimes it feels like I'm clinging to my own glass pipe/life smoking bad habits and patterns that only I can understand. The high is personal and it does feel good especially when I see people break-up all around me all the time. I've been through enuff disappointments to not want those elements or episodes in my life again. It's a risk. A required risk nonetheless but not one I'm always anxious to subject myself to.
But to be completely honest, I don't want to grow old by myself. I hope to be lucky enough to grow old with a beautiful woman who's beauty would never fade in my eyes and heart. And I hope we die together--like within days, weeks or a few months.
In the meantime, "Bartender can I get a Drizzle? And send one to that lovely lady down there too."
I guess I'm going to ride this single thing until the wheels fall off. Holla!
Word to the Verge!...