Day 6. Single and Happy

This is probably the most related theme for me in 30-day writing challenge and it makes me feel like I was born in the wrong country that values marriage over single. You know, in a country like Indonesia, being unmarried over 25 is such an illness. The good news is, I'm over 30 so it means that I've been rotten to the core. 

I want to scream every time people at work who mostly married talk about their marriage life: their children, husband, parents-in-law, which makes me think like an outsider. It's like "Hello, I never ask you to boast around your bloody marriage life," whatsoever.

Anyway, I can't deny that I feel lonely sometimes because of my singleness (single and ngenes). Those days when I was roaming around the town all by myself and looking at couples doing PDA. That was when I think why I can't have such experience. What have I done wrong that I haven't found any soulmate in my fucking 30's? Where can I meet that guy? 

Despite all of the despairs, I'm forced to be grateful of anything else: my job, my health, my freedom to go anywhere if the bloody pandemic never exists. Well, at least I have some buffering time to reconcile with my inner self of what I really need, contemplating my intention of finding that eligible man. 

What else? I don't know.  Let's go to sleep.