I'm almost completely at one with the concept of living my entire life alone. I was watching a television show on divorce the other night and, with all the terrible betrayal, the heartbreak and spite that relationships often provoke, I can't imagine why anyone would bother. I like being on my own; I like answering to myself and no one else; and I like having a settled life, one that can't be shaken up by an outsider.
I enjoy the company of my friends, and I have a myriad range of interests that maintain my enthusiasm for life; things like expanding my knowledge, watching the news; going to concerts, plays, exhibitions and movies; writing in this blog; and walking with icy cold wind blowing in my face. Next year, all things going well, I'll be studying. I can't wait to start consuming knowledge about the world. Why would I risk that stuff for another, inevitably transient, romance? Why shake things up?
So I'm making a declaration of war upon love: keep back you fiend! Find someone else's door to knock upon. Your slick attire has no effect on me, and I'm not buying what you're selling.