Single Behavior
Single Girl Hot Take
Today, I was getting a blow dry for my senior photos when I got to thinking about relationships. Call me an outsider for this point of view, but I began to wonder, is it so wrong to not be ready for a relationship? A ton of my friends are coupling up, or have been coupled up for a while, and I mean this wholeheartedly, I am so happy for them, especially because they are so happy. But, when I think of myself, I am happy where I am right now. Being completely transparent, I am not sure if I am anywhere near ready to have a boyfriend. You might find this odd, especially since I haven’t been in a relationship in two years, but it’s the truth… what can I say?
Don’t get me wrong, that does not mean I am against a little fling or the flirty and light hearted talking stage. Clarification, this is different than a situationship, and no, I do not want to be in another situationshit either.
Quite frankly, I just like being single. I like doing things my way. I like my secret single behavior (or not so secret since I published this post), things that I feel like I would lose if I got into a relationship right now.
Look, I am NOT saying that you WILL DEFINITELY lose these single behaviors, and most people don’t, but at this point in time, I feel like I would, which I think just tells me I am not ready to be a girlfriend. I like the friendly flirting on nights out just because I can. I cherish the nights by myself where I can read Vogue, Elle, Vanity Fair, etc., tearing out my favorite pages and cutting out the coolest pieces for my couture collection binder, all while having a glass of Sauvignon Blanc with one ice cube and watching Sex And The City.
So, what is this (not so) secret single behavior?
I love my drive to pilates in the morning, blaring my favorite rock classics, which is arguably way to aggressive for 6:45 AM but gives me just enough energy to forgo a coffee at the early hour.
I love rewatching tv series that I have already seen because I like to know how things end.
I love asking for extra (which translates to copious amounts) plastic straws straws (specifically Starbucks) and sending them to my sister, because she loves plastic straws, which I recently learned have to be covered (like paper on the outside) because of random germs, obviously.
I love staying up late and doom scrolling on my phone, looking at new trends, favoriting mood boards, and saving outfit inspiration to my “wear this” folder.
I love rocking my Birkenstock clogs with socks and wearing mens boxer shorts with an oversized sweatshirt around my apartment.
I love getting ready and listening to 90s rap music.
I love binge watching a show, unable to move from the couch because I need to know what happens next.
I love being in the middle of something and then all of a sudden stopping everything I am doing to write on my blog because I was flooded with a rush of inspiration.
I love to buy meaningless trinkets, like floating drink holders, for the apartment, something that I think is universally awesome (but I don’t want to have to explain its awesomeness).
I love eating healthy, but I adore a good cheeseburger and fries with a chocolate milkshake in the passenger seat of a car on a long roadtrip (see photo below for evidence)
I love reading a good book curled up in the corner of my bed with way too many pillows, making it the coziest place ever.
I love diving into an easy, meaningless read.
I love putting on my comfiest sweatpants when I get home, because I never wear outside clothes in my bed, something that some people just don’t understand.
I love a good workout set, but would never wear one to class (if you do wear yours I am jealous) because I have this odd schema that I won’t get work done if I am not in jeans.
You see, I am all for a fling or a flirty talking stage, something light hearted and unserious. Why? Because the reality of it is, everything is about to get so serious. PSA, this is about to get deep: In the blink of an eye, we will have graduated and start living our post grad lives. The graduating class of 2025 will disperse, scattering to every corner of the world (this might not be the saying, but you get it) and we will all be forced to get serious.
Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t want to get serious just yet. I want to say what’s on my mind and be who I want to be each day without worrying about finding someone. I want to be the outsider. I want to work on myself. I want to enjoy being single before everything gets kicked into high gear. So, yes, I love my single behavior and no, I do not believe that will change anytime soon.
xx,
sunshine, the ultimate outsider