I just published a blog post about how I fucking love Valentines Day, and sincerely wish I wasn’t single tomorrow so I could celebrate it properly. I shared the link on my SDL Facebook wall, and as expected… The comments are all over the place. It’s almost as if being single pokes a very uncomfortable button for some people.
Take, for example, this comment on my post.
I refuse to comment back all the snarky things I want to reply on it, simply because it will rise to the top, and Bitter Julie does not deserve any more eyes on this comment than it will naturally get.
I mean, how fucking pathetic is that reply, anyway? “I’M GOING TO BITCH AND MOAN AND BE A TOTAL DILL HOLE, BUT IF ANYONE REPLIES, I REFUSE TO LOOK.” I feel like that’s the equivalent of ramming into another parked car, and getting the hell out of there so that you don’t have to pay the piper. Or maybe it’s more like sticking your ass in a stranger’s face and demanding they check out your hemorrhoid for you, then yelling at them for existing in the first place. Or something like that.
Look. If you’re going to be a dill hole, be a dill hole. But own it. And don’t dive under your blanket fort to escape the barrage of Nerf darts coming your way.
Anyway. Why am I still single? That’s what this post is really about.
This person seems to know:
I also forgot how fucking easy it is. Especially as I get older.
I forgot how my life, and the lives of all the women I date, don’t actually become so much more difficult to merge, the more independent our lives become.
I forgot that I don’t actually have to give a flying fuck whether the person I love is right for my child.
I forgot a lot of things, apparently. It’s obviously a choice. Although, why do I have a hunch you’re not a pro-choice kind of gal?
Eh. Have an awesome day, Megan. Although you’re so full of rainbows and sunshine, I might as well wish cuteness on a penguin.
I love being single. LOVE LOVE LOVE it. I also love being in a working relationship. LOVE LOVE LOVE it. My post about Valentines was sincere. But it doesn’t answer the question…
Why am I single? What’s the real reason? Like, the real real REAL reason?
There are a thousand real reasons, and there is no real reason at all.
I don’t fucking know. I just am. For now. I bet if you try hard, you can be okay with that.
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