There are good parts to being single that people often don’t even realize. For example, I just got over a wicked headache in no-time flat, because it is completely quiet, and I don’t even have to fend off responsibilities or anyone else’s agenda. All I had to do was pop a pill and lay here breathing in and letting the pain subside, instead of operating at 50 or 75 percent, I get to say f*** it and rest out the night until I am better. Yet for some reason, I still won’t live as long as you miserable, cheating married couples that fight like cats and dogs. Who knows. F*** it.