HE DAYSomeone once asked an old man,
“Why did you never get married?”
The old man smiled and replied,
“Because I like living.”
He continued:
“Back in my twenties, I went to a party.
There was good music, great vibes, and absolutely no drama.
Life was peaceful.”
“Then, completely by accident, I stepped on a young woman’s dress.”
“She spun around like I had just declared war on her entire family.”
“‘ARE YOU BLIND?!’ she screamed.”
“I was so terrified, I almost apologized in four different languages.”
“Then she looked at my face.”
“She froze.”
“Her expression suddenly changed completely, like someone had switched her personality settings.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry,” she said sweetly.
“I thought you were my husband.”
The old man paused.
“At that moment, I didn’t feel relieved.”
“I felt deeply concerned.”
“Because whoever that poor man was…”
“He wasn’t her husband.”
“He was her daily punching bag.”
The old man shook his head.
“So no, I didn’t avoid marriage.”
“I simply decided…”
“Why sign up for a lifetime subscription to fear when the free trial already looked terrifying?”
