I’m sick of being the third wheel-- fifth or seventh wheel if you like. I act like it doesn’t bother me when we’re all hanging out, but really, it becomes just another painful reminder that I’m not with some significant other. When I see happy couples outside, things tend to get even worse. Sometimes I envy them, other times I quickly turn to some other direction just not to feel bad seeing them having a good time.
People tell me that they don’t understand why I’m single. I’m smart, I’m attractive, I’m successful…I should have girls lining up to date. Or so they say. They can’t pick anything out that’s wrong with me so I shouldn’t really be single. I’m tired of people saying that they’re sure I’ll meet someone who’s wonderful and smart and more beautiful than all of the girls.
I doesn’t help going to movies, concerts, play, or some other event that would be a lot of fun to take a date on. And then just not going. I’ m tired of eating dinner alone, on the floor, in front of the TV. My kitchen table gets no use, as there’s no need for setting it when it’s just me eating there. My sofa isn’t nearly as comfortable without someone to cuddle with. I wonder about all the stories and talks that could be told together, if only there were someone to tell them to. But alas, it's just me and my loneliness. Again.
Thanks for reading my rant.
