Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, which basically means another year of having everybody else’s relationships shoved down our throats.
To those of you in relationships, please celebrate privately so those of us who are single can complain publicly.
I’d say my relationship status is my Achilles’ Heel. I’ve perfected virtually every aspect of my life, with the sole exception that I have nobody to share the aforementioned life with.
For this reason, my singularity is basically my scarlet letter, which is ironic because Hester Prynne was given her scarlet letter from taking part in forbidden love, while I possess neither forbidden love nor permitted love. I haven’t had even one affair—where’s my Dimmesdale?
Photoshopping my face over pictures of Ryan Reynolds with his wife Blake Lively seems to help, but it certainly doesn’t solve my problem.
Perhaps my perpetuating individuality is for the best, at least for the time being. Clocking 110-hour work weeks doesn’t offer much flexibility with those remaining 58 hours per week, especially considering most of those hours also just end up going towards more work.
Then again, if I were to drop 70 hours of work each week, I’d be able to do pretty much anything I wanted. The only drawback would be my inability to concentrate on relaxation, because I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about how much work I could be accomplishing instead.
It’s funny how the grass is always greener on the other side.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
