I always knew I was going to be single. As a young child, while other kids were vying to be princesses and super heroes, there I was humming
Jingle bells jingle bells
Single all the way….
I just knew it. My ambition in life was to be single (and to smoke when I grow up). Maybe having these rather easy ambitions made my childhood anything but ambitious. I mean look at the goals I had as a kid. I still wonder if I was super smart or super opposite-of-smart to have set such achievable goals. Or maybe just plain lazy. Where is the hard work required of both these goals? I don’t see any. No wonder my life wasn’t challenging enough to push me to the edge where I could have created phenomenon like FACEBOOK or TWITTER. [Sighs in retrospect].
However, achieving the smoking goal was much easier than managing to stay single. The sheer temptations!!! And most recently (about a year ago), I met the one. The ONE. He was the whole package. And I had to run away… If there is such a thing as “soulmate”, he was mine. Meeting him and then getting to know him brought alive all the romantic tales you only hear of. It was magical. And I had to run away… run like I’d never run that way. I was the Forrest Gump and I ran away… I ran away like the wind… I ran away to oblivion… Technically, I may have been the one that ran away but HE will always be the ONE that got away.
Well, I had to stay true to at least one childhood ambition [I quit smoking about a year ago]. It was like choosing-the-lesser-evil sort of a moment, either keep smoking and get romantically involved with the ONE or quit smoking and run away from the ONE.
My commitment to staying single – a life of Banned “romantic relationship”.