There is an eternal question every person (of the same sex) asks me on a first encounter, a question I am sure a lot of people are asked. “Are you single?” I know, it might be an innocent streak of curiosity or a kind way of striking a conversation, but what is irritating is the patronage that follows. “How can an intelligent girl not find a girl?” or “Oh.. but you are sooo beautiful..” or “But you earn good, that doesn’t add up..” I know all that, but can’t one just be single out of choice?? As if! Lol.
I always go around telling everybody my life is happy and it is the way life should be. I smile, I tap, I clap, I do everything but blow up a poodle out of a balloon. I genuinely believe being happy is the most important thing in life. But sometimes, I think I just pretend. To myself.
This is turning out to be a sad post.. I need to stop. No, I mean, I have work.. lots of work.. in case, you have not noticed.. I am not blogging regularly of late.. Blame it on the boss-man.
Yeh deadlines.. uff!