Change in perspective

So life as it usually does has got me thinking a lot lately about relationships. Actually, I think most of the time spent here writing is really more me whining about how I don't have this or have that in a relationship.

A lot of people in my life are engaged or married and unhappy. Death or divorce; either way it's a shitty ending my mother once said to me. Having experienced one and seeing the other, I agree. Why the hell would I be pining away to get into this supposedly exclusive club? I think it might wind up being like joining the cheer leading squad. Once you're in you realize exactly how much of a cult it really is, and I'm just not that into religion. So, with that said.....

Fuck that! How about you bitches join my club, huh? I mean really. I'm single, smart, funny, and sexy. I'm very independent. I don't have to check my life with anybody. I don't need a permission slip to go out or ask to spend money. I like traveling by myself. I don't have to plan around what anyone else might want to do. So what if I own a cat or two or four? I don't need to consult with anyone about it. Although having someone to clean the litter box is nice. Then again, if I really wanted to I could probably hire someone to do that for me, so yup still haven't come up with a reason for a SO yet.

Building things and heavy lifting? Maybe, but my dad raised me to know how to do most of that stuff myself. I'm built like an ox. Heavy lifting doesn't scare me. It turns me on. As a last resort, I can always flirt with a fool. If my mother can still pull it off at 60+, I know I can too.

Sex? Well, ok maybe you've got me there. However, sex is easy to find. Piss me off, and guess what? You're out the door. I'll wait until I can find someone I can tolerate.

Yeah, I think my club is cooler than yours, but I'll warn you now. The membership is very exclusive.