Life is good when you have friends – or so they say. Warm, cozy, a bit like a Friday night in a cheap motel with cheap champagne and a hand in the wrong place.
But if I’m being honest – life is even better when you don’t have any.
Friendship, in most of its forms, is like slow oral sex – supposedly intimate, supposedly nice, but sometimes you just want to get the job done and leave.
No words.
No expectations.
No “text me if you need anything.”
Because I’m done climaxing for other people’s desires.
Done bending myself around someone else’s dramas,
Done being an emotional dildo for people who never stop to ask,
“How is she doing?”
So no, thank you.
I don’t need a “circle of friends” if it means turning into a zero in my own life.
Now, I finish for myself.
And yes – it feels better than ever.