Do you ever wonder that maybe you're single because you're just not ready for a relationship? Like it's the world's cosmic balance of things looking out for you, and it will hand you the perfect boyfriend just as soon as it knows you'll treat him right? "You can't go looking for love, it'll find you!" Oh and, "Love will show up when you least expect it."
Yeah. Cut the bullshit. The next person who feeds me one of those atrocious here's-some-logic-in-an-otherwise-illogical-situation lines, is going to get one serious earful from yours truly. I will accept one comment: "It sucks. You're beautiful" (because in my world ending with a compliment makes everything better).
The worst part about it all is, there's truth in those witticisms. I've just spent so much time worrying about that advice and taking it to heart that I don't want to hear it anymore. It feels like I've been making the best out of my single life for plenty of time now: making myself a better person and being who I want to be and learning to be open to new people. When does it all add up? When does it come true? When will I not be looking for love? When will I not be expecting it?
Sometimes I wish being single was a problem I had more control over: a problem that I could solve. I'm used to analyzing things. I'm used to picking a problem apart in my head to reach the conclusion. This is one area of my life where analysis brings me nothing but angst. And I hate angst. It's so melodramatic. Blech.
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