A gentleman recently told me he thought he was too independent. On reflection, I heard that to mean, he doesn’t need anyone. A rare thing indeed. When I asked him: ‘Was there any such thing as too independent?’ he replied: “I’m no-one’s prisoner, that’s for sure.” "I’m ‘no-one’s prisoner’ came across as a curious statement [...]
(yes alcohol is a drug and because we’re guilty and conditioned to drink we’re likely saying at this moment: 'yeah fuck it, let’s get wankered!').
Once our children are grown, who would you like them to meet, fall in love with, marry and potentially have children with?