My So-Called Love Life

This site -- my anthology -- is the story of a man, a young man, trying to find his way to love. Experiencing everything in between and serving you his heart on a silver-freaking-platter to the naked eye, for the whole world to see; relate, indulge, delve, and hopefully learn from his mistakes. Happy Dating! Copyright © 2004-2011, "My So-Called Love Life" ® Mario Ion. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, March 19, 2004

“Singled Out”

New York City is the place to be when you’re single. You’ve got the fine bars, the exciting clubs, the peaceful coffee shops, and even an ex boyfriend. Everybody claims that they enjoy the single life, for the fact being that they can have as much fun as they want. But when you really think about it and take a deeper look into the whole concept, you realize that they’re only having this so-called ‘Fun’ because they need something, even the slightest bit of distraction to keep from melting down due to a break-up. What happens when you’re the type who doesn’t want to have fun... who doesn’t believe in running away from things as much as approaching? People say being single is the best thing, but I’m pretty sure they miss the feeling(s) they have when they wake up to a lover right beside them, when they fall asleep with a lover right beside them, when they have someone to hold onto, someone to rely on, someone to miss, someone to call, someone to love. Being single isn’t all that great when you think about it, I mean, yeah sure... it can be fun for the time being but when you subtract the FUN from the Heartbroken Miserable... it’s not really fun, it’s more like a cover to hide the fact that you’re vulnerable, and weak, and lonely. Independence is overrated now that I think about it. It’s a sad excuse for not wanting to live, but not having to admit it. Being single gives you EVERY reason to anticipate the ordeals of Independence... but gives you NO reason to interpret the obligation of living alone for the rest of your damn life. Sure, breaking up is a hard thing to do when you know it’s the end of something that was once great, but it’s not the end of the world. People break up every 14 seconds, people DIE every 7 heart-beats... and we complain about being lonely. When the truth is, we’re not really helping the concept, for the fact being that we’re just sitting on our asses in hopes that ‘Love’ will somehow find it’s fucking way to us. They say; “Live Each Day As If It Were Your Last”, but in a City like New York... every day IS the last. Every day is an end of a relationship, an end of a life, an end of SOMETHING, and more or less... everything. When it comes to the Single Life........ how bad can it be to commit to something without commitment?


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