A Bachelor Life Wasted

There's many things in this old world that are sad. Old Yeller, Schindler's List, Sweet Home Alabama. But one of the truly most horrible things in this old world is to see a bachelor failure.

We've all seen them. The guys who pine away after everything remotely resembling a woman.

They chase.

Their tails.

They woo.

They lose.

Their life is a series of romantic disappointments. Of polite "no's," pointed ignoring, confused female friends running off into the distance, and the occasional cruel hearted vixen's knife across the throat.

They live in a cell of their own making. "Freedom is being chained to a woman" they think and that thought holds them captive, driving them downward into a disgraceful bachelor depression.

They are bachelors only because they can't find someone to legally change their status. They are bachelors in legal status only. For they are failures.

There is nothing sadder in the world.

For the greatest things in life are free. The freedom and love of living that comes of being a bachelor by choice is a mental state.

So many have the gift in their hand but refuse to take it. For them, I have nothing but profound pity and a small ray of hope.


























They can change their ways. It is not too late. They still have freedom of choice.