I seem to be a bit unlucky in love, as it is considered that an almost 22 years old girl, who doesn't have a boyfriend, is at the same level as, well, maybe not losers, but she is considered already a spinster. Well, let me tell you, I'd rather be a single than being my age, married and with children. Let me explain: I do not hate other people's children, I just hate those who will be my children, so as I act out of charity, I decided long ago I would not give birth to more mouths to feed. In addition, I don't like being married. Not that I tried that institution beforehand, it's rather that I think I am not suited for it: I like my freedom, and there is nothing as knowing there is someone out there who depends on me for his emotional welfare, to make me feel grumpy, annoyed and wanting out of the relationship... So, again, to save some guys from the pain of a relationship with me, I decided I will stay single ( that says nothing about sex...). Plus, why should you want someone to be intimate with you, when that kind of relationship can be satisfied in the circle of your family by your brothers - of whom I have too many. Apart for the aim of the perpetuation of the species, why should you get a stranger to share your house with you?
Even in the case of just having a boyfriend with whom exchange a few kisses now and then, whenever I feel like it, it's not a prospect very appealing to me... Having to keep up with someone else's fragile ego, assuring him that I care for him, that no, I am not avoiding him because I found another guy but I am studying because no matter how delectable his company is, I still want to have a degree and find a decent job... well, I don't think it's worth the pain. I'd rather have many friendships than a boyfriend, any day.
In case you still consider my attitude very weird, I did have experience about Love And Other Catastrophes, but in the end, I still think that being single is the best option for me.
Friendship never came easy to me. I can tell you I have very few people I can call friends. Some of them are here, in Australia, some are lliving in Italy, so the factor distance is important in keeping them alive...
I met Annalisa when I was doing year 9. Our friendshp lasted two years, then I had to leave Italy, and I didn't persue our frienship for various reasons. She is a very cute girl, and in addition to that she in involved in helping her Catholic community.
At the time I had daily interaction with her, she was my best friend. She is a very deep girl, sometimes she has crisis and needs as much help as she can get to get out of them... she is not crazy, and didn't have a nervous breakdown, mind you... she just have those crisis that all of us have every now and then, that we want it or not. But at least she was corageous enough in trying to answer them without lies, trying to be as honest as possible.
She could be considered the perfect friend. She claims to be shy, but unlike some other people who hide behind the facade of shyness, she has attempted to get over it and tried to socialise more often. Well, her work paid off: now she is well respected by all the people who know her, she has many friends and , for those who considered asking her out, she has a boyfriend she is happy with.
We used to live in the same city, go to the same highschool, though different forms, and walk together home... She seems shy, but when you get to know her better, you discover a well of qualities.At the moment I lost touch with her, but I am trying to reconnect.
She is the one who was generous enough to feed me a delicious biscuit
she bought for her own sister. This single act of generosity is all
there is to say about our frienship. She wast he good side of m in my
wild days, not that she herself was not naughty... As with Paola, I am
trying to get in touch with her.