Here’s the thing: we don’t mind being single. Honestly.
We just wish the world didn’t feel a need to constantly remind us of our single status.
We hate those couples who insist on holding hands in public,
or sharing their dessert with each another,
or—the horror—kissing in our presence. Get a room, lovebirds!
We hate those events where we’re expected to bring a date,
and we really hate those questions about if there’s “someone special in our lives.”
We’re just like, that lunch we had today was pretty special; does that count?
What about Valentine’s Day? What is that nonsense?
And when did Christmas start revolving around finding the “perfect gift for your sweetie?” Please.
How about seeing couples tweet at each other constantly or write mushy messages on each other’s walls on Facebook?
Don’t even get us started on those girls who Instagram pictures of the flowers their boyfriends sent them. (#BestBoyfriendEVAHHH!)
BRB, going to go eat dinner alone.
But you know what we really hate? That being single has such a stigma.
We don’t have cats running all around our apartments, believe it or not.
We don’t cry into our pints of Ben and Jerry’s at night because we don’t have a “special someone.”
No, we may not be in relationships right now, but we are not yet planning to spend the rest of our lives in empty solitude.
Someday, we might find someone who appreciates just how great we are…
…but right now, we are totally okay being our sassy, single selves.
If anyone wants to buy us dinner tonight, though, we wouldn’t protest.