I’ve been single for over 2 years now. For quite a lot of people this would be a huge problem, and yeah, it’s has it’s ups and down, but ultimately, right now I don’t think I need anyone.
Having a ‘boy break’ may mean you don’t have someone who says ‘good morning’ to you everyday, or have that extra like on your pictures- (my girls have me covered for that one anyway), but it also means that I’m not sat phone in hand paranoid about when I’m going to get a text back.
Yeah, dates are fun. They’re also an investment of time, money, and frankly, calories. On top of that, they’re a risk, especially that first one. If it doesn’t go well from your side, you have to have that awkward confrontation, and if they aren’t feeling it you have to then be on the receiving end, or worse- you can be a victim of the dreaded concept of ghosting.
Maybe I’m being a cynic, because romance is the last thing on my mind right now. I’m keeping my priorities on number one, whether it’s thinking about my career prospects or spending time with my friends. I just don’t see the space for pursuing anything with anyone (unless they’re Zac Efron of course).
I’m not even going to go into the dramas that relationships can hold, because fortunately, I’ve not had to deal with that sort of thing in a long time. I’m purely talking about my lack of interest in pursuing the initial part. As I roll my eyes at couples holding hands in the street, and cliche romantic moments on films, I know it’s just not where my heads at right now.
As much as I think this may be a permanent thing, sometimes I do doubt myself, and so do people close to me. ‘One day someones going to come along and change your perceptions on everything’ my parents tell me. That’s probably true! I don’t think I want to be alone for the rest of my life, I do have that dream of the big white wedding and even, (gasp) children some day. That may be an eventual dream, but it doesn’t mean it should monopolise everything in my mind, and I should constantly be on the hunt for a boyfriend. I’m just not bothered!
Is there really anything wrong with not wanting to have someone? Does it really make people abnormal? I don’t think so myself. At the age of 23, and as I finally finish Uni for good in September it feels as if true adulthood is upon me. Why not get to enjoy these last few months of the bubble I’m living in- alone?