We just got back from seeing,”How to Be Single” and you know, I really pegged it for being a funny movie and it was, but I left the theater in tears. Way to play with my emotions there Rebel and Dakota. The single life can be the pits, you see everyone happy together, and then. theres. just. you. all. alone. I relish and cherish my aloneness, but at some point I need people, God invented mankind so we could form relationships, not be an island. I think the single life can easily lead to island life. There are days, weeks, months where I would rather not be bothered, and be left alone. I think it’s easy for me to be an island. But, at what point do you swim to shore and get lonesome? At what point do you realize that, though you cherish your alone time, life would and could be better with other people around. What do you do when all you know is the single life?
Just because it looks greener on the other side, doesn’t necessarily mean that is the truth. I’d rather be devoted on being more Christlike myself, then worrying about someone else accepting me for being the awesomely loner weirdo I am. That right there is easier said than done. Sometimes what other people think about me, really seems important, but it isn’t so I don’t know why we as a society just kind of beg to be accepted.
If you’re not having fun being single, it’s time to open your eyes and reassess the situation. Are you doing everything that you want/should be doing? Are you focusing on your dreams before they become someone elses?