“So how’s your love life?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“Any boy developments?”
These are the questions I dread getting from family and friends and hate answering even more. While these conversations often begin harmless and innocent, they typically end rich in pity and gross sympathy. People, please stop feeling bad for me because I’m single.
For starters, I’m only twenty-four.
Relationships are not a race. Like running, people go at their own pace and there is no medal for getting to the alter first. If I’m still single in twenty years, then you all have my permission to pity me, but for now, let me enjoy my twenties however I want!
I’m doing pretty great on my own.
I have a kick-ass job I love, in a kick-ass city I love. Both of which, I achieved on my own. Why is that not good enough? I’m incredibly proud of what I’ve accomplished to-date, so stop making it seem like my life could only be good if I was in a relationship. It just squashes everything I’ve worked for!
Dating sucks, so I don’t do it much.
If you knew how much time I have to spend swiping left and right, sifting through the “DTFs?” and playing the stupid back and forth game before I nail down a (usually awful) first date, you wouldn’t date either. Instead, I choose to hang out with friends, go to the gym, read a good book, or do something I know will be worth my time.
Yeah. I’m picky.
Even my mom would agree, I’ve always had high standards. Whether it was the flare jeans I “needed” from Limited Too when I was 7 or the men I choose to date now. You should never feel bad or guilty about turning down guys that are just “ok”. My roommate’s cat is a better man than half of the guys I’ve dated. And the only settling I’ll accept is from a tall dark stout.
Conclusion: You make me feel bad about being single. So stop.
There is nothing sad, wrong, or depressing about being single, so stop making seem like it is. I only have the tolerance for self-pity. If you feel inclined to take pity upon me, feel free to do it about the following:
There is nothing sad, wrong, or depressing about being single, so stop making seem like it is. I only have the tolerance for self-pity. If you feel inclined to take pity upon me, feel free to do it about the following:
- My rent is way too expensive
- I still sleep with stuffed animals
- There aren’t any good bagels in San Francisco
- I have never eaten Taco Bell
Marissa Osowsky 