I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel like the only single blogger in blog-land. You see all these adorable pictures of pretty bloggers and their handsome boyfriends, and it certainly feels like being the only single one at the wedding sometimes.
But suddenly, I really don't care that I'm single. Although I have been for a good while now, and not unhappily so, suddenly I'm absolutely bloody thrilled about it.
And not for the "obvious" reason either- I have no interest in going out and sleeping with as many random guys as possible- that's just not my scene in the slightest (though there is no judgement if it is yours). All of a sudden, I've realised how bloody brilliant it is to be 23 and single and independent.
For instance- look at this picture.
|I've had this picture for ages and have lost the source... So sorry!|
Yes, the kissing couple are absolutely freaking adorable. But the girl to the left of the image- she's the one who interests me. Now taking this picture at face value- we know nothing about any of the people in it, after all- all I can see is one girl who has dealt with all of the stress of having a person she loves go away to war and come back safely- and one who has happily not had to deal with all of that.
I like being the one who doesn't have to deal with all of the stress of a boyfriend.
I went to the zoo with two couples on Saturday. I could quite easily have felt like the fifth wheel, but did I? Not in the slightest. We all had a lovely day, I got my ticket paid for me too (by a young man whose mother has clearly brought him up very well- his girlfriend is a lucky young lady), and I didn't get nagged for cooing over the adorable baby orang-utan for too long, or have to nag someone for putting their foot into the emu enclosure and getting it pecked.
I don't feel that I'm missing out right now by being single. Maybe there will come a time that I do- but right now, I get to do everything everyone else does, but without the hassle of having to try to find time to fit everyone in. I don't have to try to find a boyfriend a birthday present (hardest task ever) I don't have to feel guilty about spending £60 on clothes for a girly holiday- and I don't have to feel guilty about the girly holiday either. For instance, my brother is going on holiday with a friend in August- and not with his girlfriend. I imagine there has probably been A Conversation about this, and it's possible that there is some guilt and bad feeling about it. Do I feel guilty about my holiday? Hell no!
No, I'm not moving in with anyone. No, I don't have someone who brings me cups of tea in bed. No, I don't have someone to sob at when everything feels awful (actually, mums are the best people for this though). No, I don't have any imminent plans for marriage. But I don't care.
I like my life. I like making decisions based entirely on my own thoughts and wishes and hopes and dreams. And yes, that might sound selfish, but if I'm not allowed to be selfish at 23, when am I!?
If I never get married, yes, that might be a bit lame, as I don't really want to be a spinster. But right now, I'm pretty content with being single and independent, and not having to answer to anyone but myself. Because really, what is the point in moping when there's no one to judge you for eating two desserts?