DAY 01: On Being Single

My friend is a psychology major, and currently she’s taking a “Psychology of Interpersonal Relationships” class. For the class, she’s supposed to keep a journal on the progress of three goals that each individual decides for themselves. These goals revolve around developing relationships with others. Apparently one of the most common goals is: “Get a boyfriend.” I urged her to do the same, but she refused to jump on the bandwagon. Mentally, I’ve already been recording in my journal for the last few days--

10/8/10: “Lonely today…”
10/9/10: “Lonely again today…”
10/10/10: “Happy 10/10/10 Day! Oh, and lonely again today…”
10/11/10: “Just read the last three posts, goddammit.”

Personally I thought it’d be comical because it’s just so damn sad.

And, yes, I just realized how pathetic I sound.

Despite that basically 80%+ of this campus is probably living the single life, we all can’t help but notice the couples on campus—the everyday Girl A walking hand in hand with everyday Guy B. It’s all we see thrown up against our faces. Either they’re fighting or kissing. Hearts break and remake constantly on our Facebook newsfeeds. We walk into them awkwardly in elevators and in bedrooms. Whether we cringe or sigh, it makes us all painfully aware of our “status.” We all crave (like pregnant woman) the happy endings we’ve been fed since Disney movie childhood days. We gobble gobble gobble up the gossip, the chick flicks, the latest episodes of Glee and Gossip Girl.

So I guess the message here today is fairly simple. My friend said that whatever I said (“I’m ridin’ solo! S-O-L-O!” and “Girl power!” and “Single, and I’m lovin’ it like a McDonalds happy meal!”) really wouldn’t matter because this is all “singlehood” sums up to: “It fucking sucks. The end.”