A few nights ago I found myself lying in bed finishing up homework with my eyes barely open. That's when I got texts from two of my best friends saying that they'd just met each other's significant others. Naturally, I asked for their opinions on the encounter, but I couldn't help but wonder - was I not invited because I'm single?
As pathetic as it sounds I spent a good half hour crying and then had trouble falling asleep, solely because for a brief moment I felt like I was the last single girl. Not because I ever think I'm the only person in the world without a lover, but because I felt extremely disconnected.
That's something that's really hard for me to admit because I'm a person who generally really has her shit together and has an opinion on everything. Even though the greatest love I've had to date has been with my accounting textbook, so maybe my opinions aren't that valid? My career path is fully planned out, but when opening my mind am I forgetting to open my heart, or my legs? I'll discuss this next week.