How I really feel about being single.
I feel good. I feel better. I have no paranoia or anxieties. I don’t get all
pissed off and bitchy when the guy I’m seeing or whatever it is these days, ‘likes’
the profile picture of the pretty girl with longer hair than me. I don’t have
to make plans that evolve around his plans.
I don’t get upset when the plans we
make don’t go to plan. There are no
plans, there is no ‘we’. The only plans are my own pressureless plans that I
may or may not go ahead with. I don’t have to worry about him not texting me
back quick enough.
I don’t have to read into said texts without x’s on the end.
I don’t feel the need to look my best all the time, or to sneak out of bed in
the mornings to fix my hair or re-apply the makeup I wore to bed the previous
night. (Gross) I don’t have to worry about what his friends and family might
think, what my friends and family might think.
I have fantastic nights out with my fellow
non-relationship-ee’s. I don’t have to worry about what he’s up to. I don’t
look to the future as much and panic about whether or not we will last forever.
I live in the now, in the present and welcome any opportunists and opportunities that fly my way.
I am not made to feel silly, insecure or insignificant. I write more, read more,
speak more. I have a little more cash to myself. I have a lot more time to
myself. A lot of girls go on about the sexual side of things when they are
single; ‘I haven’t had sex in sooooo long,’ but ask yourself? Do you really
miss it? I think the porn industry has kinda ruined it for us and we just kinda
get used; we might as well be blow up dolls the way some chaps go at us. (Sordid I know but so true and perhaps another blog for another time.)
seriously, I don’t miss that. I can live without it, but everyone is different.
And different, that’s how I feel being single. I feel different, in a good way.
There is so much pressure to make a relationship work in a generation where we
too often see them fail, and the removal of that pressure when you become/are
single, is such a weight off your mind and heart. Sometimes, my inner voice
ridicules my external self; ‘24 years old and you’ve never had a relationship
last longer than a year, useless!’ But then I take a look at the list I have
just devised in this post, and think – well, it’s not a bad thing.
is the type of chap I am drawn to that has got me here today, and I am not
saying that all relationships result in some of the disadvantages I have
listed, but I am sure, in all of us singletons, there are ways we can celebrate
being single. And I don’t mean so we can go out on the pull and take Joey Essex
doppelgangers home to our parents’ house for a one night only special guest
appearance; I mean for US, and just for us. Being single is not a bad thing,
and if I, Miss ruddy Moan-a-lot, can find more than one positive advantage to ridin’
solo as some refer to it, then it must be okay.