This morning I put out a twitter question asking what I should blog about today. I’ve been stumped the last few days and really needed some inspiration. Plus I needed posts that didn’t require pictures because I broke my camera (no clue how) and me and the iPhone have been battling it out lately over lighting issues.
Anyway, I got lots of good topic suggestions, but the one I picked came from my bloggy friend, Reese, who suggested, among several other things, that I post about my current love life.
You know, that one thing that’s in my blog title that I never actually write about? Yeah, that.
This is a topic I vehemently avoid talking or blogging about. Not because I don’t think about ALL.THE.FREAKING.TIME., but because, at the end of the day, I don’t ever have anything to say about love.
You see, much like Iris in The Holiday (one of the best sappy movies ever made), I am an expert in unrequited love. There is always some boy I’m mooning over who just never feels quite the same way. He either doesn’t know I exist (hello high school), thinks I’m a little precocious and too nerdy (um all the time), or chooses to send cryptic texts, have long conversations via chat, and tells me about a song that he really likes that just happens to be about a librarian without any other details (why no this didn’t just happen).
Ever since things ended with The Marine, my love life has been pretty much non-existent. I turned down a date with a new resident at work because I just really had no interest in him (it didn’t have anything to do with how uncomfortable his extra tight trousers made me feel). But other than that, things have been very quiet.
Sometimes it gets very frustrating and I really do hate being the third (or fifth) wheel, but with nothing on the horizon there isn’t much I can do. I enjoy my life, my house, and my cat, I meet new people when I can, and I focus on not unleashing my social awkwardness on the general public.
This is actually a really good time for me to be single, because although my aloneness goes hand-in-hand with my depression, I’m not sure anyone, or at least someone new, could deal with my random weeping, bouts of OCD, and my overall anxiety about work, the blog, all the weddings, and if the cat is going to smother me in my sleep.
So that’s what’s going on in my love life right now. A big fat zero. How are my other single ladies doing these days?
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I just read an article about the top 10 things not to say to a single person… and I’ve said a few of them to folks before. But the one that irks me the MOST is that, “you’ll meet someone eventually who will sweep you off your feet.” I’m sure you already know this. That it just takes time to find someone and that it happens when you least expect it and life falls into place. Hence why it’s so irritating–you know all this. It’s been said before. It’ll be said again. Find something new already to say!
It’s a suck-tastic feeling hearing about all your friends getting married. Being in many of those weddings. Feeling like an extra wheel. Wondering what, if anything, they’re doing that landed them there. Not being able to hang with certain friends because they’re attached to someone with different genitalia.
There’s not much that can be said to make any of this “better”, but anytime you want to bitch, complain, moan, groan, gossip or think any of it out, I’m always available. Life just has a way of making everything difficult at times… so when things ARENT difficult, you appreciate them more.
And I’m absolutely positive if Caty ever smothers you, it will only be with looooooooove. Cute little furry thing.
Thinking about you bunches and wishing you a happier Friday <3
I cringe whenever someone asks me if I have a boyfriend. From a family member, it’s worse. Plus it’s rude.
I’ve had older gentleman patrons whom I’ve never seen before ask me at the reference desk about having a boyfriend. Unfortunately not only is he out of my age range, his appearance doesn’t speak well for him. One gentleman told one of my guy colleagues that he liked me and my colleague had to talk to him man-to-man for it.
I think people romanticize being in a relationship far too much. Is it nice to be in a stable, loving relationship? Absolutely. But I would much rather be single and doing well for myself than to be in a relationship just for the sake of being in one like SO many people I know are. I think you’ve got a good head on your shoulders about the whole thing. There’s something to be said for having standards and taking your time. 🙂
Sometimes I wish I was still single.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love marriage. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. But sometimes I wish I were free to spend my money how I wanted, instead of being responsible to another person. I’m glad I didn’t get married until I was 26, because it gave me plenty of time to be single. I sometimes feel bad for the people who get married at 19 because they don’t know what it’s like!
Enjoy it, because like kids, you can’t go back, so enjoy life before everything changes.
I love the movie The Holiday for that very reason — at points in my life I felt like Iris. And plus the movie has Jude Law in it!