“Talk to the customers,” they said. That instruction cannot be defined and is therefore meaningless. Besides, small talk is annoyingly pointless and must have been instituted by stupid bastards. Talking about the weather is for the vapid and initiating such conversation is intellectually demeaning. I don't follow the weather, it fails to interest me.
Singleness is more than a bare ring finger. Singles typically define their personal lives by socializing with the opposite sex. Odd behavior such as “clubbing” and “bar hopping” seems to thrill them. Ya' know, it only takes one bar to get you wasted. Rapid-fire some rotgut, nancy boy. I can't really comprehend dating, but it's obviously a waste of time. Just get a hobby and save IQ points. If this is your leisure, the opposite sex influences your life such that you may as well be married. You are headed down that road anyway, misguided wretch.
I experimented with the night life in my early twenties. Dancing baffles me and I'd rather pace. Clubs are too damned loud and the music is trash. Such places are obscenely crowded. Just because I enjoyed exchanging gropes with that skank doesn't mean I want the freakishly dressed throng defiling my personal space. I don't even want to look at them. I felt so violated. For socializing in general, I comprehend little and enjoy less. Frivolity time with whatever sex you adore is fleeting, but not worth the hassle.
Staying home alone all night is a winner. My partying entails music and drinking like every party, but with the undesirable element of human contact removed. I also hate parties, they're dull and idiotic. The good life really isn't about partying at all. The brain is a playground. Thought is a great indulgence, best enjoyed without human interruption. Pursuing interests and satisfying whims with nobody else's whims to get in the way is the essence of singleness. Interests become causes and careers of far greater importance than some chick you found somewhere.
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1 - Legna Moned
Dear Joe,
Thank you for sharing your article. I understand. Enjoy the music...