I think even if I get married to the most perfect person of the world (who is perfect according to me..because I have noticed that my definition of 'perfect' is different from the rest of the world), I wont be happy. Because I am so used to my freedom now that I cannot loose it for the sake of relations. And this is what creates so much confusion.So much confusion that I stop thinking about all this and just think of continuing my monotonous life.

"No one is born hating another person because of the color of their skin. People learn to hate. They can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart"
(Nelson Mandela)