Someone once told me I'd be alone forever and no one would ever love me. I smiled and said, it's okay, I love myself and that's enough. And honestly, I love being alone, especially in a world full of people like you. It's poetic how someone's curse can accidentally become your blessing. They meant to wound me, but ended up improving my standards. What they wished to hurt me with turned into clarity and peace. That's what happens when your conscience is clear and you stand up for yourself. Trust me, once you start respecting yourself; outside noise loses power. Especially from entitled people who throw curses like confetti. The audacity makes me laugh, but I'm too happy and peacefully alone to even thank them. Turns out their "lonely forever" prophecy came with free peace of mind. If this is the curse, I'd like to renew the subscription annually.