The only thing I’ve learned this valentines day is that I handle being single quite a lot better than most of the people on my newsfeed.
I guess I’m just used to it. I’m really content with myself, and my ridiculous workload keeps me distracted enough that being by myself doesn’t bother me. In fact, any second that I have free to myself to relax and be alone in my room is quite the blessing. Plus, I have some AMAZING friends. I know this was a long time coming, but I really like who I am. I like that being single doesn’t make me feel utterly hopeless about my future. I like that I’ve gotten to a point of self-definition such that I’m really okay with being by myself.
I just see so many people upset that they’re single today, and it totally boggles my mind. Obviously, if a guy that I wanted to be with existed in my relative location, I would consider being in a relationship with him, but I don’t feel this internal longing to be a part of a couple. At least, not until I’m done with Cooper (being in this school is like being in a really clingy relationship).
I don’t really know the point of this post. I just had this moment today when I was listening to The Smiths in the study lounge and my friend laughed and said, “Any other girl listening to The Smiths today is sobbing her eyes out. You’re bobbing your head along and doing Modern Physics homework.” I guess that’s my relationship status in a nutshell, eh?