I get sick of hearing people talk in the plural.
“On our holiday we did this.”
“Last week we had dinner at the Ace restaurant.”
“We are so in love.”
You never hear: “On my holiday I did..” Well, you do, but no one cares.
If you exclaim “I’m so in love” the next question is, “With whom?”
We live in a plural world, we are encouraged to be gracious in most things and sharing a life is truly a wonderful thing.
But what if the plural is denied to you, what do you then do to make yourself acceptable with societies norms.
I don’t think it’s anyone’s fault, then again there could be an argument for being a self-centred bastard who cares about himself only.
But that is not me. Having tried and failed miserably in love and relationship I now live in the singular. I can only say, “I did this, I think that.” And I have to be content with that.
As I have explained before attempts at love, have resulted in me eating a lot of dust.
I know I live in a plural world where society smiles benevolently on the plural and queries the singular in such a way as to wonder why a person is incapable of achieving some sort of plural status.
I haven’t given up hope but rather hang on to the words of advice and encouragement I was once given: “Any day now you’ll walk around a corner and bump into a woman who has the house, car and swimming pool and thinks you are the bee’s knees.”