The Art of Being Single

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What’s The Worst That Could Happen?

What’s the worst thing that could happen to a single girl? 

You get bored at being single ? Yeah that happens sometimes… You find yourself in a sexless drought ? O girl, that is no bueno. Or maybe start going stircrazy and become a cat lady? Ok, thats bad but most cat ladies don’t know they are cat ladies and actually are fairly happy….

What’s the worst thing that could happen to a single girl? 

Outside of all that and unconsented bodily harm….

One of the worst things that can happen to a single girl, is for her to believe she is ready not to be single, go on thinking that it won’t be very much longer for her to be straight up single and no mingle, and then be cracked in the skull with the brutal reality that not only will she remain single for a indefinite amount of time but that she was mislead from the beginning. That is the worst thing you can do to a single woman’s mind and heart.

It’s the Sisyphus story of single life. It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. It’s baffling why your genuine effort will not hold up. But more than anything, it’s heartbreaking. Sincerely it’s the kind of thing that not many people can deal with. Get a blueprint for a house of dreams and then watch is collapse in on itself. And seeing that kind of thing will profoundly fuck with your ability to even try anymore. And this shit has happened to me, not once. BUT TWICE. 

Honestly, I wish I could write some peppy mantra about how it’s all good and I don’t care. No, No kittens. It’s not all good and I do care. I am still not giving up on Love, that is ridiculous and if you can’t believe in Love, I feel like there isn’t much else of a reason to keep fighting. However, that doesn’t change the fact that I am officially done. The last fuck I had to give on Oberlin college campus just got wasted away on yet another meaningless pursuit. Henceforth I am done. I am not Sisyphus and I am not going to chase pavements or be willing to keep watching my shit crash and burn. 

So I just it’s back to being completely  about me. Which no lie, is fun and entertaining. I mean I do thoroughly enjoy just being to focus entirely on myself… it gets lonely. It’s throwing a fabulous party and you are the only one there. But alas, I would rather be the only one at a fabulous party than have to deal with anymore of Oberlin’s backwards ‘love life’ fuckery. 

… Don’t give up, No matter how shitty it looks right now… 

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