of bucket lists and gold nuggets

so it's that stage of life where friends around me are pairing and cosying up during the wintry months when I just got out of a relationship.
must be that primal human instinct that requires you to seek body warmth, companionship, aid in the winter blues that come. lols.

and it's not enough of an excuse for people to pair up just because they want someone's hand to hold or someone to call in the wee hours of the morning just to wish goodnight/goodmorning.
so when the buddy kindly beat around the bush repeatedly as to when and who am I going to snare as my next armcandy, I not-so-kindly retorted repeatedly that I'm still 22 and have all the time in the world in settling down with a member of the XY species, preferably sometime after I've done all the things on my 'before-30-bucket-list'.
or if that armcandy is so willing, he can come with me on my trip of bucket-list-ing.
but it's my 'before-30-bucket-list'.
so no nagging, no overprotective macho-ism, no overbearing comments, no patronising smile, thank you very much.
or he could just sky-dive his way out of my life, which he could do pretty soon down the bucket list, seeing as sky-diving is no.1.

the 'before-30-bucket-list' may seem a little overambitious, to the practical eye.
but if it's not meant to be done, then at least I could at least say that I tried.
and you could take that little gold nugget right to the bank.

so to bucket list or not bucket list, there is no question about it.



and yes, I'm talking about you. You who supposedly settled. Please don't come around with a heartbreak expecting a box of tissues and a pat on the back because it ain't happening. You're one of those who just crave human contact, rather than the experience of it. I may sound catty, but that's the truth, honey.