"On average, workers spent 45 minutes less with their family during workdays in 2005 than they did two decades earlier Add it up and the lost time amounts to 195 hours less with family"
"specifically the fact workers tend increasingly to watch television alone, eat alone and spend less time on meals"
- Edmonton Journal, Feb 14 2007, Page A5
Ha Ha Ha. This makes me laugh.
Happy Heart & Fucking Flower Day.
The very first bitter-single-guy('s) day I participated in was held at my house and attended by the founder (for our group of friends) who was so bitter he was allowed to (a) ditch his girlfriend and (b) come to a singles-only party at my pad (we were forced to tell non-single people, specifically, that they were not invitied). Though all we did was watch movies and generally bitch about those fuckwads that had significant others. Still. Any guy who can ditch his girlfriend/wife/wench/etc on valentine's day to hang out with bitter single
guys people has gotta be a good mate.
I say people because there were also bitter women there. Actually, even my future wife was in attendance as we watched He-Man and Starship Troopers (the best movie ever). But we had yet to look longingly at each other and think "jeez, I'd love to fuck your brains out". Which is basically the only requirement. "go forth young man, and fuck lots and lots of chicks. And if they say they 'just wanna be friends', fuck their friend, their mother, their sister and their sister's friends, look them square in the eye and say 'what? I thought we were friends? True friends hook each other up...'"
Good God I hate valentine's day. What a made-up piece of shite.
This rant is, I suppose, the attempt to re-prove my bitterness, and my singlehood. And don't let the fact that I'm married fool you. Eventually my wife and everyone I know will leave me (either by choice or they'll die). If I'm lucky I die before it happens, if not I deal with it.
I'm still single. Forever. Maybe it didn't have to be this way, but I got scarred. I was single for a little too long. Long enough that it'll never, ever, go away. One day I realized "I'm the only one who'll be around for the rest of my life. I'm the only one I can rely on."
And I'm certainly bitter. People nowadays think I'm all jovial and kind. It's mainly true. It's also got a hell of a lot to do with realizing that, fundamentally, life is a choice. Which isn't nearly as cute'n'cuddly as it sounds. (let's try "If I wasn't this happy I'd be dead. ") But if you've known me long enough you know I was bitter. I'm still bitter, just a helluva lot more indifferent. I laugh at all those failed miserable fucks that aren't me. Because I am one too.
Nothing takes the piss better than becoming what you used to hate. Dear God I hate people like me.