A Singular Sensation

Single…odd expression, that. Yes, I’m single. Just me here. I don’t have anyone else attached to me. Just me, myself and I, even in mixed company! I’ve always been just me, not schizophrenic or anything (that we know of!) and I certainly am not hosting any alien life forms (again, that we know of!), but I never have done, so when people ask me and I happen to answer “Yes, I’m Single”, I cannot help wondering why the astonished expressions appear?

It might seem a particularly peculiar, not to mention personal, bit of information to share on a blog; yet, with Valentine’s Day just round the corner and romance, roses and chocolates in plentiful abundance, I thought it, at least somewhat, relevant. After all, there seems to be such emphases put on the point; whether someone is Single or….Attached? Not Single… Married (or not, depending), but when it comes right down to it, whether you are or whether you aren’t you still are (Single) aren’t you?

Ok, so I’ll admit, I’m feeling a bit mischievous lately. Spring certainly isn’t in the air (Not with a foot of snow or more looming in the not-so-distant future!), and I promise, I haven’t even touched Mt. Dew in almost a year (had to quit that particular addiction before it quit me!), so I cannot give you a precise explanation for this Singular Sensation of playfulness, but it is there in profusion, nevertheless.

You may have, perhaps, noticed my rather impish attitude lately in my comments, (or not, again, depending) and, since this has not been my “norm”, I thought it might be advisable to open the window (of elucidation) a bit wider, before you begin to think I am, in all honesty, off my trolley (which, you may or may not already think, in which case, this post may be coming a bit late!)

Now, before you stalk out of the room in a fluff, Sherlock (well, it’s almost as much a given as me utilizing a Hamlet reference anymore, isn’t it?), do “season your admiration for a while with an attent ear, while I deliver…this Marvel to you.” (and to mix Shakespeare and Sherlock in the same sentence is, by no means, a simple undertaking, I assure you!) But I digress.

Playful. Single. Valentine’s Day. Yes, so why should it be that I am behaving in this peculiar manner? A rather double edged sword, really, but no, I assure you, I haven’t gone off the deep end (yet); nor have I been struck by Cupid’s Arrow (at least, I have no visible evidence of that), but being Single, being of and by myself, attached to no other and filled with giddiness is, in most circumstances, a situation that bears explaining.

So, although I am as profoundly adept at procrastinating (verbally) as I am skilled at taking a thousand words to say little or nothing at all (a quality I know you all love about me!) (Yes, that WAS self-deprecating) I shall natter no longer. (as you breathe a deep, collective sigh of relief) (or annoyance, again, depending!)

My Point? Yes, I do actually have one (You don’t honestly think I’d put you through all of this for no reason at all, do you?) (well, {as I chuckle quite mischievously, indeed} I might!) But I haven’t done that to you today.

No, in spite of all the blather, my rationale for this set of wild and whirling words is simply to say, whether you are Single or Not-Single, the holiday of Love is upon us. A day for Giving (and hopefully, at least in most cases, receiving) a token of someone’s Affection, a Smile, a sentence or two of Appreciation tucked secretly inside a sweet little card with Snoopy on it (or Shakespeare, perhaps!) (words of Shakespeare, of course, and not, after all, the Great Bard himself, obviously), a delectable and entirely unanticipated treat in heart-shaped form, or any other measure of Love’s expression.

Yet why save these tokens for just one person? Yes, yes, by all means, do tell the one you Love how very much you do Love them, read them Shakespeare (OH how romantic, after all!), buy them roses, chocolates, or a steaming hot cup of Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (oh, sorry, I digress again!), but don’t forget the co-worker you see every day in the hallway, but rarely say more than Hello to; don’t overlook the server at your favourite pub who knows you and precisely want you want to order the moment you walk in the door; don’t neglect the mail courier, the secretary who helps you immeasurably every single day simply by showing up reliably, or the security guard who stands vigilantly outside the door, beyond notice.

Sharing a token with just one of them might bring more JOY into your day than any other Valentine you choose to give.

(That’s all, nothing too painful or poignant, at least, I hope!) (Outside of my Dickensian verbosity, that is)

SWAGH! (which means, of course, Sealed With A Giggly Hug!)

~Morgan~
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