Singleton vs Couplesville
For some time now I’ve had these few things running around my tiny thought-molested little brain. It has to do with the eternal debate of staying single vs. being coupled. Now I know for most of us this isn’t something, which we feel is in our control. I know a few people feel like they’re “…doomed to walk the planet alone.” “Like the Incredible Hulk?” (Yes, I stole those lines from The Wedding Singer). Which scenario is better? Going solo, or finding a soul mate? Is it better to live with someone’s quirks and the perpetual toothpaste cap and toilet seat argument? Or is it better to go it alone? I suppose it all depends on whom you’re coupled to if you are involved. Whether you really are compatible and well suited. I have a few close relatives in various stages of coupling…. my pops lives with someone, my mom has a long distance love interest and another close relative of mine has just initiated the spark of a new relationship. I’ve been “flying solo” for over 3 1/2 years now. I’ve come to the stage in my life that I’m not prepared to settle for just anyone. I’m not quite sure if that means that I’ll land up old and alone with loads of cats and plants, but in my humble personal opinion, I think its better to be uncoupled and alone than unhappy and married. Some may say that I have that opinion simply because I am still single.Â
I think all singletons, however sceptical they may be, secretly (some not so secretly) want to meet that one person they connect to on all levels.
