Okay unfathomly handsome Hollywood actor, whatever you say.
As I sit here in bed at 12:30am on a Saturday night, watching a generic romantic comedy, I find myself inspired to write a blog post. Inspiration hits at funny times, I know.
Over the past few years I have worried endlessly in my head about when and where I will stumble upon that special someone who will bring me flowers out of the blue (seriously, I've never received a bunch of flowers in my life - how tragic is that?) and cuddle up with me on the sofa watching TV. That someone who will still think I'm pretty even when I have no make up on, that my
From high school, through university and up until the end of last year I was plagued with curious thoughts about why the majority of my friends were finding people and I was, well... not. Now, though, at the age of 23, I find myself thinking "wait a second... why on earth am I worrying about this?" It's ridiculous. I have the rest of my life ahead of me to experience all the ups and downs of a relationship. Life throws all kinds of things in our way, and if it's just not my time yet then so be it. I'm not even a third of the way through my life yet.
I'll be honest, being single is pretty great most of the time. I'm quite an introverted person, so I enjoy a lot of time to myself. That being said, I also love going out with my friends and putting time aside so that I can spend it with my family too. I don't have to factor another important person in my life at the moment, which gives me the independence that I enjoy so much.
It's not that I'm saying I don't want to be with someone. Sweet, caring and romantic me would love to be in a relationship. The idea is nice, and I'm sure that the pros outweigh the cons for most people. In my mind, being single means that I have no ties or major responsiblities. I can come and go as I please and plan my time to fit around me. A little selfish, I know, but aren't we all entitled to be selfish sometimes? I certainly think so.
I do think that we put pressure on each other to fit a mould we call the norm when it comes to sex and relationships etc. For such a long time I often asked myself if there was something wrong with me. Did I have the lurgi? Was I doing something wrong? And I have heard the odd comment about how someone still being single, like me, into their early twenties is really weird. Not exactly sure why it's weird, but mindsets like these drive this unnecessary pressure to rush into things when you're not ready.
I suppose my reason for writing this is just to say that, while I once worried endlessly about being #foreveralone, I've reached a point in my life and in my own mind where I honestly don't care anymore. If I meet someone tomorrow? Great. If I don't meet someone for the next five years? Also great.
Life deals a different hand to everyone. Do yourself a favour and stop comparing yours to other people's and just enjoy what you have. So far it's working for me :)
Until next time!
~ C xxx
