an ode to selfishness; or, why I don’t always mind living alone

I won’t lie: sometimes not having someone to share my life with, in a significant other kind of way, gets me down.
Then I bake a deep-dish rhubarb pie, and the pros in this otherwise pretty somewhat (let’s not drown in self-pity) con-heavy situation become apparent: it’s all mine.
rhubarb!
Sweet, sweet gluttony.
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