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Meet the Quirkyalones:
"You don't need a life partner to be complete -- or so say participants of this budding social movement (...) The contradiction isn't as marked as it appears. Just because these people don't 'need' significant others doesn't mean they won't go for a little TLC. It's not that they aren't open to the potential of romance, nor even that they prefer being alone. What makes quirkyalones quirkyalone is that they refuse to be in relationships for the sake of being in relationships. They chafe at the perception that they're supposed to be with somebody in order to feel whole, and are unwilling to compromise their sense of self for anyone. Because of these exacting romantic standards, they may spend long stretches of time single, and that's fine with them, because they enjoy their own company, and that of friends."
Part of me is charmed by this concept, especially the portion that emphasizes accepting that a second person isn't necessarily needed to complete the first. The married, family life is working for me, but when I see the results of some who have married in error, I hope this "tribe of solo's" finds acceptance, however ironic it may seem.

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