Its been quite a long day. First, I made the grand discovery that I, am old. Ancient. Mummified. Soon to rise from the dead.
I no longer identify with the ‘younglings’.
I sneer at their verbal t-shirts, and their colorful shoes. Their gigantic caps are beyond me! Fashion, you say? Pah, I reply with disgust.
This language they speak … English? Nay! Jamaican English.. what does that mean?! Don’t ask me; I’m old.
Apart from the chalk-on-blackboard kids, life is grand.
This is the part where I’m supposed to go off about my new beau or new crush, right? Well, not today, and not for a while, either.
I came about the word a short while back and oh, the joy! There is an actual word for it! I am a degree less weird because I can identify it with something that didn’t originate from my head.
It being, the state of being single and happy. I hear your collective groan but I ask you to just keep an open mind.
To some people, relationships come naturally. Like a dog to water, they paddle through it like they belong. For some reason, everyone is expected to take to the water, which is quite unfair, don’t you think?
Some of us are cats; we might as well be allergic to water. We’re just a match not meant to be.
That’s not to say I’m completely opposed to dating; it’s just best taken in measured doses. If at all.For everyone’s sake, of course. The one time I tried, I crashed the car into the first wall I saw so I guess that tells you something.
For now, I am blissfully single, enjoying the benefits of time for introspection and watching the game from the bench.
On behalf of fellow quirkyalones, I will say that yes, we are quirky. Mainly because we refuse to conform to this standard mould that is expected, and also because we are quirky in the very sense of the word.
But lets face it, quirkies are like the best people ever! We’re kooky and are not afraid of making a fool of ourselves from time to time, so laughs ahead!
So if you don’t mind, let me get back to playing bridge and knitting sweaters.