30’s and Single: Is that a Crime?
Since I got divorced, I have begun to realize that being alone is more comfortable than having someone around. If I am with someone, I can’t just do as I please, unlike when I’m alone. I can drink as much as I like, without complaint and I can fix whatever I like to eat.
At night, I have three cats on my lap to keep me from getting lonely. They are named Choco, Coco, and Yuki. These three cats are like family to me. They run to the door to greet me as soon as I get home. It’s too cute for words.
My mother worries about me, her only daughter, from afar. “So-and-so met a nice person at recent matchmaking.” Every time we meet, that’s all she ever talks about. Matchmaking is so tedious, I want nothing to do with it. I always hear that most of the men who do matchmaking are 10 years older than the women. Speaking about random topics with someone whose interests you know nothing about, with a smile plastered on your face, seems like a colossal waste of time. I would rather stay at home playing games than spend time on that.
I saw on the Internet there are many single women in their 30s in the United States. Just because you aren’t married, friends and family aren’t always pestering you to find someone. I wonder about just going there. I think I’m going to talk to my fortune-teller about it next time.