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Kyubimon!
Yellow may not be my favorite color to work with, but it was worth it to make this!
The sky did not open gently. It fractured. From the wound in the clouds, the Hippogriff rose—half feather, half muscle, entirely will. Li
Chains forged by gods, broken by wrath.
The first and last time I will bring this up. Or not.
Singleness is an interesting animal, huh? Those who aren’t single either feel a responsibility to match you with every Thomas, Richard, and Harold (you know them as Tom, Dick, and Harry) out there, oftentimes pushing things like compatibility and attraction out of the way (“so what, he has nothing in common with you and/or looks like a mythical beast? He’s single!”); or they look at you with pity, as if singleness is a diagnosis rather than a demographic; or they attempt to validate the disdain they believe you feel for marriage (because you’re not married) by loudly decrying the institution and anything related to it.
Can we really blame them? The thrust of most romantic comedies, for example, is to change the single gal’s status from single to not. Throw in her exceptionally stuffy life and repressed behavior and you’ve got a hit movie. So can we really fault our friends and family for their efforts when nothing in the media promotes a positive view of singleness? I also can’t fault them because, deep down, deeeeeep down, I think there are good intentions there, somewhere, in between the sad looks and the introduction to Mr. Mythic Beast #24.
However.
I’m single. Do I enjoy my life? Yes. Do I long for the presence of another? Yep. Do I need pity? No.
Children who don’t have food to eat deserve pity. Those poor puppies in those commercials where Sarah McLachlan wails beautifully in the background need pity.
Here it is: the fact that I sometimes go to movies or restaurants or plays alone doesn’t require pity. My demographic is not a diagnosis. A man who shares my demographic is not necessarily meant to be my future, especially if that’s all we share.
Perhaps the pity lies in the fact that something about my party of 1 needs to be fixed. Or fixed up.