I’m still young. I have plenty of time. I always get told that. But I cannot stop myself from wondering what the definition of “plenty of time” actually is… 3 years, 40? Maybe 80?
In my opinion you could pass away at any given second, so you’re never too young or too old to look for something to improve your life whilst you improve theirs.
In 159 days I turn 20. That means I’ve been on earth for two whole decades. I must admit I’ve had a few flings, I have never actually dated someone: in my dreams maybe. I seem to have this thing of only liking and or falling in love with people who don’t have mutual feelings towards me.
I ask the question of “will I always be alone?” Not because I want one of my followers to find me a hunk, but because it’s a genuine question I ask myself on a daily basis. I may not be old and I may not be dying at this point in time, but one cannot determine that.
Joined with OCD, my high standards prevent me from even smelling out a sensual human from any location. I find myself in high stress situations when my friend is even in my home. I cannot stand people’s mess and fidgeting.. ironically because I do often create quite the mess and fidget with many items around many people’s homes… sorry Alec.
I’ve also come to a theory/conclusion to why I’m single. Before I list them below I would like to know from my readers, do you often feel alone? Do you need someone by your side to survive?
You see I don’t think I need a man to survive, I’m not a desperate sheep. But I think everyone deserves to find love eventually. The only men who are attracted to me have wives, are “straight” or are triple my weight (not a preference of mine).
Am I fussy about love? Is that why I’m single or am I single because I don’t go searching for it?
In 2014, I become romantically involved with an Italian GOD. Let’s just say things weren’t exactly mutual from time to time and that his cuddles proved otherwise.
I don’t want to be a chew toy. I don’t want you to get in my pants, hell, I hardly wear pants. I want what everyone else has. I know you’re going to read this and think I complain way too much. But it’s a genuine concern of mine. Do I need to reevaluate my needs & wants?, am I too fussy? Do I even look? Am I ok with myself before seeking others love?
At the end of the day not a lot of people want to date someone who writes about them. In fact a guy once said to me that I couldn’t write and that I’d never amount to anything… well kids that’s when you ditch the fucker, heal from the inside out… and maybe write a mildly successful poem collection about his ass. wink wink.
Everyone across the world has a lover/boyfriend and I’m sitting on my blog writing about boys to my three followers which i’m convinced are my mother’s accounts. I’m not a person who sleeps around, I don’t do that kind of thing. I often see those types of people fall in love. Do I sacrifice my dignity to find Prince Charming? Or do I not? I don’t want to Create a box for myself and sit within it.
Why is it that Becky with the good hair can have 7 boyfriends in 7 months but I can’t even get the Pringle out of the can?
Why do people who cheat on their loved ones always seem to find love out of an awkward situation?
Why do I always blog about it but do nothing about it? Maybe I’m just gauged in a self made cycle that’s inescapable. My passion and love for a person who would love me would be something astronomical, but obviously I’m just not meant to be in that space right now. I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Hopefully MR Right will come along someday when I’m not looking and slap me with a salami stick and say “hey, he was right there and you didn’t notice”. One can only wish.
So I end this post very simply. Don’t push for loved it shall find it’s ways to you eventually. What’s your life like? Relate? Do people take advantage of you so when love does arise you squeal? Or maybe you’re just too much of a fuss pot? Sound off below 👀😘 who knows maybe you’ll find the one in the comments… ALSO maybe I should listen to my own advice 😉
P.S- if he’s cute he’s mine.
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