I, a bitter twenty- plus SSB (Single Since Birth), dread the hype and attention that we, taken or not, give this day of sweet nothings. Having no one but myself to intimately spend the event with, I delight in reminiscing the old days-- the personalities-- the could have been's-- my "the one"-- and the torpe little me. Stupid acts triggered by my then so called "love" bring me now to endless strings of smiles-- a by-product of being a jerk in a stage of being naive.
The world makes it appear that unattached individuals (AHEM!) are missing a lot. Its illusion magnified in occasions such as this, meaning-- no candle-lit dinner, no Hallmark greetings, no roses and Ferrero Rocher, no Let the Love Begin or Dreamboy movie (or anything along that genre but definitely that has more class), and other overrated nonsense.
(HA!HA!)
Moreover, couples are taking advantage of SUN 24/7-- checking on each other every second, texting mushy/sappy messages like "kumain ka na?", "miss u na...", "anong suot mo?" *wink *wink, and engaging in 15-30 minutes of free telebabad talking about nothing (just hearing your partner's voice is enough). All these could put so much pressure on our kind.
Call us names. Whatever! We are simply SSB. Singles So Bitter? Not quite! Singles Saya Buhay! c",)
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