Alone is a Three Letter Word

That one syllable word being of course, SAD. It resonates as somewhat pathetic I know but truthful it remains. Ahhh, sadness...this palpable marriage of letters associated with so many sleepless nights and tear stained pillow cases. I am single. This fact is brought to light daily by the passing masses of seemingly happy couples with their knowing looks of satisfactory smugness. It's as though they know a secret sharable only to those deemed worthy of such whispers. I haven't always been single. It's kind of a new thing for me. I make supremely awful choices when it comes to the opposite sex. I mean appallingly horrendous choices...the kind of choice that can never be forgotten or removed. In the animal kingdom, those who do not "mate" do not survive. Not only are they pushed from the herd of lovers making babies and sharing those clandestine conversations, but they are doomed to wander the plains without love and eventual food. These rogue creatures soon die of exposure, lack of sustenance, or being swallowed whole by some unsightly and gruesome predator just biding it's time til the lone being falls to it's knees in sheer exhaustion and unhappiness...or some other awful end. Survival does not favor the lone animal ostracized from the group. Of no use to the overall well being of the pack, their life is irrelevant as their obvious short comings would only weaken the species. Animals can smell fault from miles away. I think people aren't so different. Perhaps something is inherently wrong with me and therefore I attract broken members of the opposite sex or none at all. The broken ones aren't meant to reproduce, therefore something tragic occurs to prevent that and I am left sad once more. All creatures pair off at some point. Not to say that I want to be paired with a broken one. I suppose I need to adjust whatever the herd is smelling in me and fake a proper mate out, have his offspring and then eat him. If a garter snake can sucker other males to help change its heat signature so as to hump the female first, I can surely work some magic in time as well. I mean for Christ sakes, a garter snake. On a side note, everyone on the bus stinks. I mean everyone. Can you not smell yourselves? You're repulsive. Bathe. If you can afford to take the bus, you can afford a shower. Speaking of natural selection. Bus people should never mate...those would be some stinky, stupid babies.