In Love with Life…

      A cousin’s account inspired me to write this. In her ‘favorite movies’ column, she wrote that her favorite TV show was ‘Desperate Housewives’. Then she added a tickling comment like this: "I am thinking of making its prequel: ‘Desperate Singles’." I laughed when reading her witty humurous lines (that’s what I love about her — hey sist, I hope you read this one. It is dedicated tou you :-P).

      Desperate singles, eh? OK, my twenties era is almost over. Good job, first class education, and unlimited opportunities in the future won’t give me back the time. For countless times, I feel uncomfortable with all those questions from friends and relatives about the ‘big M’. It feels like I want to scream to make them stop asking me about it. I think most female species in my age will agree that wedding invitations from soon-to-be-bride friends are enough to be constant reminders that the biological clock is ticking…. Yeah, and we don’t need more people to remind us about that.

        All I can say is that there are more things to do than just feeling desperate about being singles. OK, I am single, so what? I am young and full of life. I have a precious brain in my head, in which I invest heavily, and finally get to use it in the right way. I travelled half of the world, I studied in a prestigious college, I live a decent life in Tokyo, I have a  job that many people envy. A desperate single is out of question. Come on, I have all resources to make my life worthwhile. What else can I ask?

      I am a single, yes, and a happy one. It’s the choice I make,  I want to remain this way, at least for the time being, and I am willing to pay the price (I wish I could make those people understand, so they would stop asking about the ‘big M’ in my presence). I have so many dreams to pursue, I am working on them, and this condition provides me with the most suitable environment to accomplish my plans.  So, for the time being, I just want to enjoy my life as a happy, 27-year-old single. A desperate single? No way. Do I sound too confident? Darned right. And I worry more about being a desperate housewife.

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