Hello, have we met?
I am a proud, child free (not) mother of three. I am single, except for my master of twelve years. My play partners. My platonic friends. And my intimate friends. Nobody wants to be with me, don’t you know? (It’s true that I am sometimes alone for minutes on end. Minutes! And texting and phone calls don’t count as being with someone. It’s essentially the same as being alone.)
I am sure they are right about me. I will probably die alone surrounded by my cats. I should tell my master to make sure we get some cats. I’ll get right on that. Just as soon as I finish cuddling with him. But then after that.
I’m utterly and wholly insane.
I don’t want to get married. I like living a free, open life without limits. My youngest (not) child has decided to follow in my footsteps. She, too, wants to be the crazy one. She wants to binge anime all day long and never, ever date boys! Well, maybe girls.
Of course, she quite clearly hates me. Just like her mother tells her…and me. My munchkin shows it by dragging me to her room to play games on our phones together– but that’s merely the way she expresses hostility. (Also, she hates my cookies– she only eats them out of spite.)
I am the impossible girl.
I should not exist. I am an inherent contradiction. Nothing about me fits what should be, and, yet, somehow, here I am. I’ve heard too many times that I cannot have something, only, somehow, I already have it.
Ah, well, they are surely right. I am queer, after all. Truthfully, I’m probably merely confused.
…I guess I ought to keep living the only way I know how– and hope for the best!