One’s journal…

Sitting here to write in my journal, ____ comes to mind. I’m not sure why his reminders remain…but that pattern is slowly fading along with time and any hope that I held for finding a life-long partner or best friend. Today, I read a few articles about how single people really are full-fledged adults in this new normal of alone, which is perhaps the future of all our societies. Marriage is dying, they say.

So am I.

Quicker

than

we

think,

feel,

know

or

remember.

If all this is true, what does that mean for me and my own future family? The youngest of four siblings, I am the only one who is single. Without the boundaries of marriage, how do I decide about familial tomorrows and happily ever afters? I write here about it, that’s how. This is my Zine after all, with all my surely goodness and mercy for the really badass.

What was the point of all this?

There was One:

I am single,

I am hopeless,

I am

One human

<Who?

Eventually,

has to

face the fact

that

I am,

we are,

not

God>

~ Selah

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