Being single can be great at other times it sucks. Here are my six reasons why I hate being single! My number one reason might surprise you!
There are somethings I will never understand like people who like beets or run marathons. I’ll never completely why people will volunteer to wait in long lines with a bunch of strangers just so they can buy some discounted items (that if you were truly a diligent shopper you could find other times of the year). There just isn’t any appeal there for me. But that’s just me…
What Not To Wear- Halloween
Halloween is a day reserved for children and grown folks to dress up as anything they want. As kids we dressed up as princesses as super heroes. Now as adults its like the options have expanded it to include: Sexy nurse, sexy zombie, sexy cat, sexy bus driver, sexy Native American princess, etc.
Everything about these options are problematic. Why do women’s costumes have to be hypersexual? But worst than that why do people feel its okay to wear other’s cultures as a costume? This week’s episode serves as caution for folks to be more careful for their costumes.
P.S. I wish I could prove that this video was recorded a few days before a party took place at UCLA. Although the party’s theme was to poke fun at Kanye West and Kim Kardashian some students took this as an opportunity to don black face and perpetuate stereotypes.
A New Year’s Resolution
I rang my new years in from the comfort of home with a few of my girl friends watching the ball drop while eating pizza and sipping on Martinelli’s (sparkling cider). And although I am one for girl time, I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to all the happy people on tv kissing their loved ones as 2013 rolled in. Shortly afterwards, I decided to make an addition to my new years resolution.
I’m not one for resolutions, but this year I decided that I would have one and it would be a simple one. My first resolution is: When I wear make up, always remember to line my eyes. Sometimes I only line my bottom lid other times I don’t line them at all. Well not this year,I resolve my eyes will always be lined! I feel like a better woman for it.
But like I said, I did decide to add another one. I am a closet romantic and secretly looking for love. I pretend to not care or to be jaded, but I’m not, I love love. Even though I hate all the hurt that being in love causes, I still believe that love is the strongest and most beautiful force in the universe. However, this year, things will be different.
I will not secretly pine for love. I will not secretly wonder why I am 30 and single and worry that something is wrong with me. I will not do it anymore. Nope! This is the year that I stop. That I let my desire to love and be love go and just live. I will not focus on it, I am taking off of my vision board. I will not be consumed by that desire.
With that said, this also means that no one is allowed to release that kind of energy into the atmosphere on my behalf. We can no longer have discussions (in front of me or behind my back) on why I am single…MOM! Let’s not care. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m over it. I’m 30 and perpetually single. It’s not a bad thing.
I love God, my family, my friends and myself. That’s enough love to last me an eternity!
Dear Smug Over Indulget Couples Who Only Love Their Significant Other On Valentine’s Day
I hate you. I know that hate is a strong word but that is truly how I feel. Throughout the year, us singles have to hear about your relationship problems, how much he or she gets on your nerves, how you wish you could be single and how “we are so lucky to be single.” But then comes 2/14, your facebook status changes to mush, your profile pic is of you coupled up from 10 years ago, and then all of sudden we singles realize that you were just taunting us. All this time you were filling us with false hope to make us think that we had it good.
You feel bad for giving your single girlfriend an earful at least once a week so you try to make it sound better by giving proverbial advice like “It’s better to be single than to deal with his wack ass.” And the sad thing is that we want to believe it. We want to believe it so much until days like VALENTINE’S DAY rolls around and all of a sudden everyone is booed up, getting flowers, chocolates and romantic dates, while the rest of us are stuck watching “He’s Just Not That Into You” eating Chinese Take Out and eating entire chocolate cakes by ourselves. Then when express our disappointment and cynicism with the entire idea of love all of a sudden we are “hating”, when we should be “celebrating love”?!?!?!
Sons and daughters of female dogs!! DO you have no mercy? You sit up on your high horse with your significant others and you dare point fingers at us telling us that we are spiteful while all the time we are being pointed at and felt sorry for by you. You make a spectacle of our pain and then you tell us to be quiet and celebrate your love. That same love that you were complaining about just a month ago? Oh that is low!
My bitterness is not that I am single. I’m okay (most of the time…usually during the day) with being single. It’s that all of sudden you start gloating and you don’t expect me to retaliate. You make fun of something that I just may be a little self conscious about by not only putting your love on public display but by making a spectacle for everyone to watch and dare no one to say anything about.
Yes, I’m looking at you and your new facebook photo ex love of my life. Yes, I’m looking at you homeboy who was just single three weeks ago. I’m looking at you lady who just got the flowers from her husband whom she just said she wanted to divorce.
So yes, I hate you. And I hate the fact that because I wrote this you are going to make statements like and that is why you are single…a point that is invalid in itself.
So in order not to look like a jerk and in order not to offend, Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone who is happily and unhappliy in love. May you continue to celebrate many many many more days in or out of love. And to the rest of us who only get love text from our Dads, cherish those moments. At least we have our dads, right?