Being a man is a tragedy. Either for himself or for the society around him.
Being a woman is also a tragedy.
Being a non-binary is another kind of a tragedy.
In fact, being is a tragedy. To be is a tragedy. Only not-to-be is not a tragedy.
Singles are unhappy.
Doubles are also unhappy.
Triples are happy though, but that’s not a long-term setting. Why did I mention that?
Anyway, married ones are definitely unhappy. Everyone’s unhappy. So, everyone is relatable. Socially.
And with that, nothing. I forgot the eulogy. Sorry, epiphany. I forgot the epiphany I had at Jumma. What a miss!
