I've had an epiphany last weekend when chilling with my best girls. I have never had my heart broken. And the reason is this: I'm too damn self-involved.
I used to think it was because I was 'born solitary'. As in solitude suited me. It sounds so clever. It might imply that I am a great thinker...v.v.smat.
But the truth is there. I love myself far too much to 'fall, break, and hurt' as Ms.Prontip so aptly put it. I've been so in love with myself that for the last 26 years, I have tried deluding myself into thinking I wasn't happy. I can't be. I am single. I am alone. I'm sad. But you know what, I'm happy. I know I know, that's a big word. Eek. But there it is.
So the question here to ask is, is it alright to be happy and be alone? Why does it even have to be a question?
Oh because, I'm Asian, I'm single, I'm approaching 30 and someone once called me a Plain Jane. The odds are against me. Hold up, and another thing; I have virtually no money to my name. Which is all grim grim grim.
But here I am, proclaiming that I'm happy. So shouldn't we try at least to not snigger at the thought?