Crazy rays

I often sit and contemplate my life. More often than not, I do not really think about life in general, but rather I agonise about the reasons why I am still utterly alone.

 

Surely my overwhelming desire to be loved and to love a man so completely that it hurts me physically is radiating from me, calling out like a Siren, drawing men in.

 

It seems, however, that my rays are warped. They only beckon to ugly men, obsessive men, stalkers. My love ray machine is broken. Other women are serenaded by gorgeous, moon-lit men who play the guitar outside their window. I am excessively watched by a hormone-plagued teenage boy on the corner across from my house.

 

I am a (seemingly) independent and confident young woman. I know that I have a large capacity to be a good lady friend. Loving, gentle, funny, beautiful. I even laugh at stupid male jokes when I am in the company of the opposite sex.

 

Weddings always make me a little weepy. It is a little cliché, but I truly am always the bridesmaid (actually, I am not even that…I am always one of the ordinary guests or even worse, one of the lowly waitresses), never the bride. I yearn to get married. I want to be responsible for someone else. I want to give myself to someone fully. Yet, it does not appear that I am soon to be wed.

                               

An all-consuming sense of hysteria and despair overwhelms me when I think of my constant ‘Single’ status. I abhor couples, or as my best friend puts it, I am “sensitized” to couples. She says that this is the same as her uncle being “sensitized” to people of other races (as opposed to him simply being a little on the racist side.) Couples are like flies…EVERYWHERE and ANNOYING. Kissing and hugging and holding hands…whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear. I sense an element of psychosis in my genetic make-up.  When I see two people embracing, adrenalin pumps through me, my hands change into claws and I gain the strength of seven men. I want to smack the love-sick smiles off of their faces…

 

I am actually surprised at how incredibly crazy I sound! One positive thing, however, is that I have just experienced an epiphany: only crazy men fall for me, because I radiate crazy rays!  That’s it. I am destined to find my husband in a nut house.

 

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[lost inside]

Such a wonderful story here.
Eveyrthing held toegther well and flowed well