Being single on this hallmark holiday, I thought I was going to drown myself in bitterness. Then, gasp for air--breath--and stare at all the happy couples with all their flowers, chocolates, and crap. And singlehood would pull my untouched body deeper into the depths of bitterness.
But swear to God, I'm not bitter. Slight? Perhaps.
That's why I've attended the Nary Lala & Co.'s Singles Lunch today, which was supposedly held at Afrique's Robinsons, but since all the love birds had to infest almost all restaurants in the mall and the rest of the city, we, singles--happy singles, to be specific--had to evacuate and relocate to another venue. Mooon Cafe. It was a good decision, considering that our single stomachs were full and contented after a laughter-filled pig-out session with fellow full-pledged singles. We laughed at random jokes, we laughed and made fun of the happy couples we familiarly know, we laughed more with everyday delinquencies, everyday singleness, everyday still-at-risk-of-dying-a-virgin condition, but we laughed most while making fun of all the happy couples.
Sounds like a successful lunch gathering for (bitter) singles on a Valentine's day.
But as the day ended, when all my fellow singles have gone home, I was left alone to rekindle with this progressive disease condition, like an IgE-mediated hypersensitivity reaction, wondering when I'll savor my much-awaited desensitization ritual--that someday I will be able to face an antigen, whom I presumed I will never have any form of contact with, fortunately not sensitized, no inflammatory mediators to stop me, still breathing normally and a stable immune functioning with no clinical manifestations of an expected anaphylactoid reaction.
To put it in simpler terms, I ask myself when I'll have that strength to defy gravity and move beyond the boundaries of physics that pull me into this blackhole of singlehood.
To my fellow singles, don't give up just yet. Someday, we'll be lest vengeful once we partake on a real Valentine's Day complete with the sudden rush of sex hormones and an empty wallet spent on flowers, chocolates, and other crap. That Valentine's Day will no longer be an intangible hypothetical concept or an illusionary fragment of our subconscious need for love or lust.
Someday. But for the mean time, let's toast to Bitter Singles Awareness Day, to our unbounded flirting activities and promiscuous nights. Happy Bitter Singles Awareness Valentine's Day!
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