Truth be told here on these here crazy interwebs, some of us
successful (?) single folk worry about the future. Grab a cold beer or a Coke Zero and let me
indulge you further and tickle your noggin with things to ponder as I oft do …
Living a perpetual life as a Singleton is fine whilst young
and vibrant. Climbing the corporate
ladder for our envious careers, fancy dinners out with friends, girls trips
with spa treatments and wine tasting fill our lives in the meantime. But what
happens as we grow older and frailer?
Things that rack my brain and won’t leave me alone:
Instead of a gent running out in the middle of the night to
throw a package or two of pads and tampons on the trust ole’ debit card, who’s
going to get me Depends if I accidentally run out of them and forget to pick
them up after a long night of bridge and iced tea?
What if I fall and can’t get up and the battery on that As
Seen on TV remote control that calls 911 is dead? Who’s going to help me get up and find my
walker?
What if when I go completely gray and I dye my hair and it
turns purple and then falls out? Who’s
going to call me a pretty lady then?
Who’s going to help me learn the remote control for the TV
when technology advances faster than I am able to keep up with it?
What if I’m walking down the sidewalk and my false teeth
fall out and I trip on them?
What if I never find love?
What if I never get to call someone mine? What if I die alone?
What then?
