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that is pitiful
I have come to notice something very strange. It is a feeling that many people have. Most of them are no longer single. It is worse than love and more painful than hate. It is pity. And lately, people have been pitying me. So what better topic to discuss than me.
Now if you want to know why people pity me, your guess is as good as mine. I know why my parents pity me. They think I need a girlfriend to be happy. You might think that, too. Who says I'm not happy? And who says I need a girlfriend for that? There are very few things a man needs in his life: food, beer, money, sleep, and shelter. Notice headaches didn't make the list. But seriously, who came up with the idea that you need a significant other? When you're out in the wild and barely surviving, would you rather have your significant other there, than a glass of water? Yeah, you say that now but wait until you are actually in that position. You'll be demanding that water, maybe a dry place to crash, too. Need means that there is some desperate demand that has to be fulfilled or something awful is going to happen. For instance, if you are still in school, you need to take your final exam or you might fail. Or maybe you're at work, and you need to finish those reports or releases, or your boss will get mad and fire you. What is the horrible consequence awaiting me if I don't have a girlfriend? I may be single for the rest of my life, never have to change a diaper, never have to answer the question "Do I look fat in this?" and, possibly, never have a responsibility to anyone but myself. Hmmm . . .
The arguments that I hear about getting a girlfriend are, to me, ridiculous. When I ask the question, "Why do I need one?" the common answer is to have someone to share everything with all the time. What? Do I not share? Am I some greedy bastard that wants to hoard everything from everyone I know? No, I just hoard some of the things. You're welcome to the worthless stuff. And isn't that statement a little degrading? I'd like to think that women are worth more than just being able to share stuff with. Hell, I could share stuff with my crawfish if she really wanted any of my crap. And yet the number one answer says that women are no better than my lonely crustacean. The even better reason for me to get a girlfriend is to get someone for me to open up to , right? Yeah, like anyone wants to listen to my problems. I write this damn newsletter and I know only half of you read it. And if I ever get the urge to open up to someone, I'll get a shrink. A girlfriend or significant other has to be worth more than a $1.19 crawfish and $100 visit to the couch. At least give me a good reason, like the world will end tomorrow if I don't have a girlfriend or maybe I'll spontaneously combust. Why is it so damn important for me to get a girlfriend? So more people can talk about her behind her back than me? Or maybe it is because you are afraid I'm going to be a third or fifth wheel. If you aren't comfortable with just me, what makes you think you are going to be comfortable with me and some stranger? And hey, my choice in women has not, to date, been good. Matter of fact, I had my head up my ass on a couple of those decisions. A double date with me could be a nightmare.
So don't feel pity for me because I don't have a girlfriend. I'm sure at some point in my life someone will come along and when she does, I'll date her because I want to, not because I need to. Plus, there are plenty of other good reasons to pity me, my hair, for instance. Let's not forget how pitiful my car is. What about this newsletter? It just begs pity. And now my disclaimer . . .
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