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The Blissful Yet Daring Reality Of Giving Up On Romance, Friendship, And Humanity
“The desire to be loved is the last illusion, give it up and you’ll be free.”
Margaret Atwood
I woke up at 4 PM this afternoon. I was up all night watching Harry Potter movies, followed by several episodes of Family Guy.
When the light of day finally revealed itself after many hours of intense darkness I dozed off, only to be transported into a cute dream where I met one of my favorite musicians and we instantly hit it off. We began dating and found ourselves either holding hands everywhere we went or snuggled in each other’s arms when we were alone for the entirety of my time in unconscious slumber.
After a series of other strange simulations in my astral body I eventually woke up in the late afternoon with a small smile of what recently transpired to counteract the drowsiness. I giggled to myself, wondering where the hell dreams come from. Because there is nobody in particular that is on my mind to the point where I must dream about them! But there I was, sitting up in bed and ready to resume my very single life.
After my shower I decided to order groceries for delivery. I was in the mood for butter chicken, and I needed to purchase the ingredients, along with a variety of other foods to keep my meals…
