Seriously, I am so done with the topic of marriage. Everyone, just chill out. Mother, stop talking about those weirdos. Bro, stop stressing out that I let a “good catch” go, and maybe we can do something to bring it back. You’re making me crazy, you’re making me want to fly in the rings of Jupiter. I am going absolutely nuts with you all obsessing about these users and losers of humanity.
Don’t worry. I am happy with my decision. I am at peace. I look in front of me and see a future that is my own. I look behind me and see a life that has been blessed in all ways, big and small. If there is ever a man who can accept my good and help me overcome my bad qualities, and make me as happy as I would make him, then that would be awesome. But if not, then my life is just lovely…it’s complication-free, and allows me to focus on me, you, and all that is holy. By the grace of Allah, there is nothing wrong with my life. Now move on. Just please please please move on before I snap into a million particles of fiery nomadic dust!