Yes, I Look Forward To Dying Alone. No, I’m Not Being Sarcastic.

“Why is it only women being tasked with scrambling to secure husbands before the imminent end of the road? Never in my entire life have I heard a man threaten one of his own with this ‘dying alone’ nonsense.”

As a woman, it seems like a form of torture to have to choose from a pool of available men who aren’t conditioned to desire companionship with the same intensity that you do. I pressed the override button on that mental misery a long time ago by choosing to never marry and live out the rest of my days in solitude. And I finally broke free from the shackles of ticking time clocks, getting hitched by a certain age, and being emotionally enslaved by ever-changing beauty standards and expectations of the feminine.

Like many women, for a very short period in my life I felt like the dating arena was like a game of Pokemon. I had to catch someone before I reached a certain age; before my youth ran out! Thankfully I mentally stabilized myself with the realization that we all die alone anyway.

Also, why is it only women being tasked with scrambling to secure husbands before the imminent end of the road? Never in my entire life have I heard a man threaten one of his own with this “dying alone” nonsense. I no longer allow anyone to willingly infuse my brain with any mental gymnastics that…