You
know what? If being single were contraband, I'd likely indulge anyway. I crave
that sensation—the freedom of having no set weekend agenda, the liberty to
address pesky wedgies whenever they arise, and the bliss of sidestepping social
expectations like shaving, all while indulging in profound shower musings about
the dystopian young adult novels that fuel my soul. Sure, I acknowledge there
are rare, enviable relationships where such freedoms coexist, but even those
take time to cultivate. LIFE HACK: Just embrace singledom instead.
I'm
not, like, aggressively committed to lifelong singledom, but there are
undeniably some perks to flying solo that make me hesitant to rush into finding
a partner. I hold onto the belief that someday I'll encounter someone with whom
I'll spend my entire life, and when that moment arrives, I'll be genuinely
content—because I'll know that beforehand, I lived my single life to its
fullest. At this stage in my life, I happen to be a self-focused
twenty-something who treasures Netflix more than most human connections, and
I'll embrace that perspective as long as it brings me joy. Let's face it—there
are countless reasons why people content with solitude often find greater
happiness than others:
Nobody
is ever going to take our Nutella
I
can sleep without one eye open at night. You can't put a price on that kind of
peace of mind.
The
crumbs in our bed are tiny trophies of a life well-lived
I
can't fathom the notion of having to sit at a table for dinner like a civilized
person. Honestly, I'm convinced my body refuses to process frozen pizza unless
I'm comfortably reclined at a 45-degree angle on a bed. And the thought of
tidying up afterwards just to ensure no one finds Goldfish crackers in their
underwear is absurd.
Our
granny panties are bae
I
wrote a song about mine the other day. I (almost) wish I was kidding.
Tinder
fails are not a life sentence
When
you're not actively seeking a partner, your dating app misadventures become
nothing more than entertaining anecdotes—or, in my case, an opportunity to hone
my chess skills. True story. Within the first five seconds of my last Tinder
date, we both acknowledged the absence of chemistry and spent the evening
playing chess, because #adulting.
Fridays
are for Netflix
As
are Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday...you get the point. Nobody's got Friends marathoning
game like a happy single person.
Being
able to see the floor is optional
Who
am I tidying my room for, anyway? Being single means reveling in your own
delightful mess, with about six pairs of sweatpants conveniently strewn within
arm's reach on the floor at all times. If I attempted to make it somewhat
presentable for someone else, I wouldn't derive nearly as much enjoyment from
residing in my delightful laundry heap.
We
can flirt with pretty much anything that breathes
Is
there any sensation more instantly gratifying than engaging in some harmless
flirting with an appealing stranger? Sure, some folks in relationships might
indulge in this too, but when you're single, you get to fully enjoy it without
pondering whether you've overstepped some relationship boundary. WINK AT
EVERYONE. The whole world is your flirting playground.
Doing
stuff alone is hella relaxing
You
can totally do all the things people do on dates by yourself, and you end up
truly experiencing those things when bae isn't there diverting your attention.
Some of my most enlightening and downright bizarre adventures have happened on
days when I've simply stepped out the front door with no company and no agenda.
Our
opinion is the only opinion that matters to us
Being
single is the only phase in life where you can be completely self-centered, and
no one can hold it against you. I don't have to negotiate on anything—I watch
the movies I want to see when I want to see them, indulge in a wine binge on a
Saturday afternoon if the mood strikes, and essentially chart my own goofy
course. I don't have to feign interest in someone else's pastimes, and that
sense of liberation is truly exhilarating.
Starfishing
is the only way to sleep
I
don't typically sprawl out with all my limbs flung across the bed, but when I
do, the last thing I want is to apologize to the snoring person whose face I
inadvertently just jolted awake. When you're single, you can fully embrace your
preferred sleeping positions without any compromises.
The
third wheel is the coolest wheel
I
suppose the only requirement for this is having awesome friends, but I've never
not enjoyed being the third wheel. There's a reason your coupled friends
clicked in the first place—it's usually because they have fantastic chemistry
and bring out the best in each other. So now you get the best of both worlds,
and occasionally, you even get to enjoy the perks, like when they cook up
biscuits and gravy for dinner and treat you like their favorite stray.
Time
tables are the stuff of nonsense
I
used to be someone who meticulously planned every aspect of my life. Back in
middle school, I even set a goal to be married by 26 and have a kid by 28, for
reasons that probably made perfect sense to my sixth-grade self. But I've long
since abandoned those rigid plans and embraced the spontaneity of living life
as it comes. And I can't complain—actually, quite the opposite. Life is pretty
fantastic when you just go with the flow and let it unfold however it may.
You're
basically loaded
Let's
calculate all the money we saved on useless birthday gifts, Christmas gifts,
fancy dinners, and rip-off Groupons...and then spend it all on cheese.
The
memories we make right now will last a lifetime
When
I compare the clarity of memories from my time in relationships to those from
my single days, the latter always stand out as more vivid. For me, being single
adds a healthy dose of spontaneity to every decision, making the memories shine
brighter. Plus, you tend to discover a lot more about yourself when there isn't
another person shaping your identity. These moments lay the groundwork for your
personal growth and aspirations, leaving an indelible mark regardless of
whether you eventually settle down with someone else.
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