I made it! I’m 58! This is a rare thing on my father’s side of the family. Only he lived longer than that, to 78, because he was a bit of a fitness nut. Everyone else was gone by 57.
As always, I got Chinese take-out. It’s my little tradition, one started in the ’90s when a bunch of my USPS coworkers took me out to lunch for my 30th birthday. I keep the fortune in my wallet all year as kind of a theme for my next trip around the sun.
Some may recall that last year, there was no fortune in my cookie. NOT that I’m superstitious or anything, but that is considered a bad omen, and I had a heart attack four days later, so I was very relieved to see the little slip of paper sticking out of my cookie tonight.
And my fortune is hilarious.
Yeah. No. I’d rather eat every gross candy in my previous entry. I took myself off the market at the end of June 2014 and—fellas, look away—I don’t miss one dang thing about being in a relationship. It’s too much emotional, logistical, physical, and financial labor for too little return on investment. And it’s just so confining, for me at least. Suffocating, even. It’s just not for me, the way having kids just wasn’t for me. Other folks, more power to ya. Whatever your life path and choices, if you’re happy, I’m happy for you.
Freedom, though—freedom to come and go as I wish, eat what I want, have a home as clean as I want, spend or save what I want, and basically just plain do what I want, without having to worry about anyone else or hearing anyone else’s unsolicited opinions (because so many American men sure are full of them regarding what women should and shouldn’t do, wear, eat, look like, or be)—that is divine. Freedom is yummy to the max, like my favorite candy, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Here’s the Halloween version, which is merely pumpkin-shaped and NOT pumpkin-flavored, thank gawd.
As for a “fulfilling relationship,” I take that to mean with myself, my body, my bank account, my work, or the environment and the other living creatures on Earth.
And now off to catch up on one of my shows.
Like The Golden Bachelorette.
Just kidding.
I’m all caught up on that.
I think Joan might end up with Chock at the very end. I’ve thought that all along, and I was there for it until he pulled that overbearing body posturing at the bowling alley. I felt bad for Joan, actually. Her body language in response to him hanging all over her really bothered me. It was like she was trying to make herself smaller, sitting with her knees up and her arms around her shins.
I’m surprised Jordan has made it this far. I thought he’d be out in the third round. He just seemed too nervous and the harsh lighting on set doesn’t do him any favors. (He’s a looker in photos, though.) Then I thought for sure Joan would go for Jonathan over Jordan. Joan and Jonathan would have been one HELLUVA striking couple. He’s hot of face and built like no one’s business. But if Jordan has made it this far, there’s something there, and if he makes it to the final two, then maybe it won’t be Chock. But my money is on Chock, even though he’s lost his appeal to me. I just want Joan to be happy. She’s a local gal, from the Maryland side of the river.
See? Might not be for me, but for those who enjoy relationships and being part of a couple, rock on. I hope you find your beautiful.
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