Wanting to be a persewer

I feel like I've been shafted back to square one. I was doing so well, and then... life.

I don't even feel motivated to finish writing about how I feel.

I hate being single.

I hate it so much.

My one friend accused me of not being very feminist when I complained about the woes of returning to single life. Well, I think my angst over singlehood is unrelated to being an independent woman. I just like companionship, okay?

I can be feminist and want companionship, CAN'T I??

I will prove my point through a veiled story about... not my life...

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Once upon a time there was an enchanted kingdom where there lived two types of people--people who had two squiggly Xs in their genetic makeup and people who had one squiggly X and something that looked like a short, malformed stick for their genetic makeup. We can call the first group the persoood and the second group the persewers.

The persoood were a special lot. Unlike persewers, the persoood were not expected to do much. They were supposed to sit around and develop their natural heavenly qualities to such a degree that the persewers would take note and pursue them.

The persewers were a less special lot. They were lectured night and day to find a persoood and were given the most hideous grimaces if they grew old and were without the company of the angelic persoood.

While most reasonable people among both the persoood and persewers sympathized with the strict expectations given to the persewers, not many people reflected on the restrictions placed on the persoood.

You see, the persoood, were handed their own set of expectations. Because most people considered the persewers to be more vulnerable and only doing their duty, the persoood were expected to give a lot of chances to the persewers.

A typical conversation between two persooods:
Persoood 1:  "How was your romantic activity with that one persewer with such a sweet spirit?"
Persoood 2: "It was okay. I don't think I'm into it."
Persoood 3: "BUT NO! YOU SHOULD GIVE HIM A CHANCE!!"

(Forceful shouting was also typical.)

So, the uninterested persoood would give the sweet spirit a chance after being inculpated by fellow persooods and maybe even platonic-minded persewers.

But what if, you ask, a persoood took interest in a persewer? Instead of developing its own angelic qualities, what if it did the noticing and asked a persewer to go on a romantic excursion?

What would happen with a group of persewers post-excursion if the persewer was not interested in the persoood?

I'll tell you: nothing. No pressuring. No shouting. No inculpating whatsoever.

You see, the persewers have no obligation to change their minds. And it would be absurd to be with a persoood who is more invested in forming a relationship than the persewer. That's the persewers job!

And so that was the lot of most persooods. They were considered the luckier group--but they were not all that lucky. Most of them would end up bending and loving a persewer they would have never noticed while most of the persewers would end up with a persoood they admired from the beginning.


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I don't wanna bend.

Also, I plan better dates.

Feel free to set me up with your open-minded attractive persewers. Just give me their names and numbers. I can do the pursuing. If I feel like it.

BAM! Feminist powers restored.

Look at those photo-shop skills!!!