over the weekend, i got into one of my bi-monthly funks. you know how you just get annoyed with everything and everybody. on saturday i was kinda feelin that way. i was a lil sick and tired of living the single life. f' what you heard. sometimes a woman needs the comfort of a man. not sporadically but every day of the week. to come home to. to build with. to pour all your love into. or at least to accompany you to the late night spot to dance to ?uestlove on the turntables until the sun comes up. i'm just sayin...
i see you over there giving me the side eye like, isn't this the same chick who a few weeks ago was talking that "single women ought to stop focusing on the ring, the dress, the flowers, the chapel, the status, the "married" box on applications, age, mamanem, being the last one, a house full of cats, dying alone, and all those other foolish images that spring into their heads when they get all worked up about not being married....and DO YOU!"
yes that was me. and i still believe that women shouldn't be hunting marriage for marriage's sake. marriage aint all its cracked up to be. and what snapped me outta my funk this weekend was a call from a male friend of mine. he got married this past june and is now feeling like his marriage is falling apart. as i listened to him vent i had a couple of thoughts:
what that got to do wit me?
damn gina....you aint made it 6 months!!
ima need people to stop, look, pray, & discuss before they leap into marriage
after talking to him, i let out a long sigh of relief. despite all the challenges of being single, at least i don't have the headache of being legally tied to someone who i'm having second thoughts about sharing the rest of my life with.
and then, as i usually do when i need to vent, i talked to rum punch about it and she made me feel soo much better.
me: yeah, ima just gon head and be single for [insert indefinite time period here]
rum punch: lmao, that really made me laugh
rum punch: lmao, that really made me laugh
me: craziness all around
words to live by!
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