Table for One: It's Great to be Single
The other day I was sitting in a room with a bunch of friends and we were all talking and somehow the subject of boyfriends came up. I looked around and realized that everyone in the room had a significant other besides me. First thought: Holy crap, I’m SO single.
The conversation continued and all I listened to was how ‘so and so’ did this or didn’t call/text them, etc. Second thought: Never mind. I LIKE being single. Now I know what you are thinking, “Well, she has to say that.” No, no I don’t: I actually like being single. And I’m not just saying it because I have to and deep down inside I’m crying alone with my five cats, I actually have reasons (and only one cat).
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- Money in the bank. No boyfriend means I don’t have to spend extra money on dates, birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Christmas, etc. That money stays in the bank where I will most likely use it to buy myself everything on Amazon. You may think “Oh, that’s pretty sad,” but meanwhile, you are trying on my newest boots.
- The whole mattress. I don’t sleep in one position, I sleep in every position. Therefore, I need my room; I need my blankets and trust me when I say I can’t be molded into the cuddling type. Until it is acceptable for couples to sleep in different beds, I will voluntarily stay single forever.
- No compromising. I want sushi for dinner. Guess what? I get it because I don’t have to compromise with someone else and end up getting Mexican because I apparently chose dinner last night.
- People. Being single has made me more adventurous and willing to try new things and meet more people. I’m never worried that I shouldn’t be talking to another guy and I never limit myself to anything; I just enjoy a good conversation and hearing about different experiences.
- Saturday Nights. I love going out but some of the best nights I have ever had included only me. A good movie, my favorite dinner, some wine, and comfy pajamas? Sign me up for that every night. Some people find it pathetic, but in reality it’s not. I do the things that I absolutely love and I realize that as nice as it would be to share that with someone else it wouldn’t make it any more special.
- Me. I’ve become me. I still have a lot more growing, changing, and molding, but I’ve realized what I like, what I want, and where I want to be all on my own (which is how it should be). I’ve become more confident in who I am as a person because I understand my needs as a person and gave myself the time to reflect upon myself as an individual. I’ve accomplished so many personal goals that I didn’t even know I wanted because I’ve been able to focus on myself and everything I need to be happy.
Some people will disagree and say that I am just making lame excuses for always being single, and that’s fine. I may have some problems and have had my dating blunders in the past, but I don’t feel ashamed of being single. I’m proud of it, because I know who I am and what makes me happy. How can I expect myself to be happy in a relationship when I am not happy with myself? Doesn’t that count for something?