single

Now that I've, sadly, ended the relationship with a certain blond gentleman, I find myself single again.

Being single is better than being in a doomed relationship but being single means once again going on the arduous journey of finding ways to satisfy certain, uh, needs.

Inane objects are starting to take on certain resemblances, as though they are mirages for my unquelled hormones. Just handling the zucchinis at the neighbourhood grocery store is making me self-conscious and then this awareness of self-consciousness would make me blush thereby leading to the zucchinis being quickly dropped back into their bin.

And all the while, I laugh ruefully.

Welcome back to singlehood.