I hate it when my friends placate and condescend to me.
"Will you be sitting home alone?" she smiles. I grit my teeth.
"There ARE worse things than being alone," I state with clarity.
She looks confused and leans my way. "And what would those things be?"
"Well, living with my EXhusband for one,
Or being in bed with the flu,
Or finding myself in a group of my friends who have no understanding like you.
Or conversing with a brain-dead bimbo in silk,
Or volunteer work at the zoo,
Or root canal done by an intern in drag,
Or a thorn in my foot for a few.
But if you're so concerned with the caliber life that I lead as I live all alone,
Then take my word for it, it's much more preferred than living with the men I have known.
Ohhhhh, sounded just a bit touchy there. lol. So, who was giving you the hard time...friend or relative? Interesting poem, to say the least.
kim
Well, putting it that way, you're right, there are worse things than being alone.