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NB: I wrote this a couple of days ago and forgot to post it.

Okay, is it just me, or is there some kind of negative stigma out there regarding being single? If there is, to all you judging, holier-than-thou, I-think-I'm better-just-because-I'm-attached people out there, a big FUCK YOU to you.
That's right, you heard me! Allow me, for the next fifteen minutes, to degenerate into an uncouth foul-mouthed name-calling floor-stomping bitch while I swear you to hell and perdition for your sheer stupid judmental stance towards singletons!
Everywhere I look, there are articles and people taking a stance on the be single or be attached dilemma, and right here right now I'm taking MY stand to say SCREW YOU, there is NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING FUCKING SINGLE. In other words, there is no dilemma.

I do NOT need someone else out there to make me feel wanted, or loved, or special. I have no need for emotional blackmail, for dependency, for company. What the hell do you think friends and family are for? So you think "that special someone will fill a void"? If you can't bloody function by yourself, you think you're ready for someone else, to share their burdens when you can't even handle your own!? Where's the freakin' logic here?!
I read that stupid article in a local magazine that made me ashamed (that's right, ashamed!) that this silly little whore was KL-ite and Malaysian, for her whining and lousy reasons to search for "the other", going on and on about how she had degrade herself down to search for a man in clubs, in gyms, in bookstores (leave the goddamn books out of this!!). You silly little bitch, you don't NEED a man! And calling yourself Ms Perfect while asking for men with plenty of money (paraphrased quote here) to e-mail you isn't only shallow, it's bloody well degrading! You might as well hang a sign around your neck with the words desperate painted in neon while standing on a street corner. Yes, make men think that the only thing all women are after is money. After all, we are living in a materialistic society, aren't we? Call yourself a person, BAH HUMBUG! You give living creatures a bad name.

What is it with all this desperation, anyway? Does the thought of living alone for the rest of your life, without having to sleep with some bloody person forever, who will (according to divorce statistics, etc) probably cheat on you a couple of times (or vice versa) seem so appealing?

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Sure, it's great when you can find happiness with someone, and I applaud whoever's succeeded in doing so. After all, I've seen my fair share of happy people. I'm not condemning relationships. I'm just pissed that some people feel that if you're not in one you're a failure as a human, you're "incomplete" and you're "less fulfilled" than someone who is in one, dysfunctional or otherwise. Look here, smartass, the fact remains that a relationship really means nothing if you can't be happy with yourself, with or without the other person standing beside you. The day someone tells me they feel as if a part of them is empty because there isn't someone else out there to hold their hand, I say get some therapy and get over this emotional dependency that so belabours your being.

I just can't grasp the concept: how can you be happy with someone when you're not even happy with yourself?

And to those who, upon reading this, feel the immediate need to call me "lesbian", "feminist", "man-hater" or otherwise, first things first, yes, I think men suck, but I never said that women didn't either. Humanity as a whole is a pain in the proverbial ass, and no one is bloody perfect, and that include you, me and the next person standing in line for a manicure with US5000 in his/her pocket. As I've said a thousand times before, perfectibility is but a figment of humanity's overactive imagination. We hurt, we make mistakes, but that's what makes us beautiful. If you can't see that, then you really ought to take a break from that mindless bubble you're living in and join the real world.

"Oh, you won't know the feeling of amazing euphoria till you actually get into a relationship."

You know what? If the only reason I'm in a relationship is to be viewed as normal and healthy, to have a sense of "stability", and that was all that mattered to me, thanks, I'll pass. I'd rather be weird and dysfunctional while trying to find some meaning in this crazy place we call life, than look to someone to provide the answer that I'd be more satisfied finding by myself.
I don't give a flying fuck if I'm single or attached, and I don't think you should either.

Has society really screwed you up so bad that living alone seems like such a horrible ordeal?

And for the record, yes, I'm straight, and yes, I'm pretty damn sure about it :P I only wish asexuality was an option.