"Instructions For Telling People How To live Their Life."- S.S I tell people I don’t plan on getting married and suddenly it’s a sad story. Before when I was younger dumber less informed about my own source of happiness, I told people I wanted a family. Loving husband and three boys. “You will.” “You will.” “You will.” Now that I am disenchanted stronger more confident in the company of myself. I tell people I want to be single forever. Me, my cat and my controller. “That’s sad.” “They all say that.” “Wait until you find the one.” I didn’t know I was the antagonist of my own life. I didn’t realize when my opinions my dreams my goals became the opposite of what’s to root for. Nobody said congratulations on my 6 month anniversary of being happy. I have had no encouraging words hopeful eyes. All I got was pity. Like it was a shame to be alone. Like I should act right. Dress better. Maybe I’ll find another man who doesn’t love me who doesn’t please me who has only read the back of my book and declared my genre fantasy. Mothafuckas cheering for the other guy like they ever did me any favors. Like they ever did them any favors. And if being in a relationship was the best thing why was I miserable half the time? But when I’m single when I’m alone when I’m in love with myself I sit in absolute silence. I deliberately turn the volume down So all I can hear are my own thoughts. I write books in secrecy I harass my friends I sleep for hours... it’s a miracle I wake up. And I am so happy those days my heart could burst. Where is there room for two?