You know, I’m getting a little tired of defending my life choices to the people around me. For whatever reason, the fact that I’m 27 years old and single, is a giant bother to people. Not to the typical people though that should care about it. My family for example, they haven’t said a thing. They don’t seem to mind. They can obviously see that I’m happy, and they’re good with that.
It’s everyone else.
It’s the people that are talking to each other about how much happier they think I’d be if I was in a relationship.
It’s the people that ask me every time they talk to me if I’m still single, and when I say yes, they want to know why. What’s wrong with me that’s keeping me single?
And the ones that talk about how they just want me to live a fulfilled life.
What is it about me that makes anyone think I’m not happy and fulfilled?
I love my life. I am happy. I am fulfilled.
This is not an act. I’m not hiding some secret desperate desire to no longer be alone. I’m not trying to cover anything up, I genuinely like the way things are right this second.
No, not everything is perfect, but it never will be and I’m fine with that. That’s called life.
I’m not saying that I wouldn’t be open to a relationship should the opportunity arise, I’d like to think that I would be. But I’m not actively looking for one either. And there is nothing wrong with that.
See, the thing is, this is the first time in my life that I’ve been single and confident. It’s great, and I’m having fun with it. I’m not quite ready for that to be over yet.
So what if I’m getting old? So what if according to statistics, I’m ten percent less fertile than I was at 26. Everything will happen in it’s own time, and everyone else needs to back off and stop pushing things on me that I don’t want.
And to those people that support me no matter what, and don’t judge me for my single girl antics, I love you guys more than ever.