this is the time...

...by which most have been wed.

those who needed to get married, have done so.

with those who haven't, I drink.

babies popping out everywhere. which is, of course, grand,

I'm glad. really.

so I top my joy with an "unfollow".

if I want to f*ck, they assume I covertly want to get pregnant.

if I want to chat and get to know someone, they assume,
I'm looking for a husband.

if I don't wish to f*ck or chat, they assume
I'm either a lesbian, or depressed on account of being single.

a tough, individualistic, a bit too determined, but not only a bit weird

young woman like myself doesn't daydream about marriage and kids;

and yet, I have the feeling I'm being treated like I'm the one who's doing it wrong.

while they're secretly consumed with envy, craving my juicy freedom.

sometimes I run into married acquaintances,

and we have no common topics. none. zero.

not even the weather - because they're never out at night.

we'd need a separate post for all the mean things I('d) say to the ones

who have a kid - in their belly or in a stroller.

a few examples:

"let's stand a bit farther apart, so we don't ruin my shoes if your water breaks."

"is this yours? oh, right. silly question. it probably is. 

you never stuck me as someone, who'd walk around with someone else's kid.

what's it called again? I know, I ask every time, but can't for the life of me

memorize the ridiculous name you've given it."

"and? any plans already on which of your unfulfilled dreams

you're going to coerce this innocent creature into, and call it parenting?"

feel free to unfollow.