Love the One You’re With.
February 14th, 2014
Being single this time of year can be especially difficult. While Hallmark executives are stuffing their wallets with the dollars of those in cupid’s grasp, the singles of this world are left to drown.
I am 22 years old, and have never had a Valentine. On a scale of 1 to Jennifer Anniston, I’m pretty single. I watch Netflix in bed, the guy at the pizza place knows me by name, and I consider leggings appropriate attire for all situations. There is nothing wrong with not having a Valentine, I got my sweet self.
In the not so distant past, I did not have this pattern of thinking. I constantly scroll Instafacebooktwitterwhatever and see a feed of blissful couples doing couple-y things and coupling all over each other. To be honest, it can make a girl feel a little lonely. But, who can blame me? The world is always telling me to “love the one you’re with,” but I am not with anybody.
This year I have decided to do something different. If I am supposed to love the one I’m with, I’m going to love the one person who has been there for all of my 22 date-less Valentine’s Days: myself. I’m freaking awesome, and instead of spending Valentine’s Day elbow deep in some Ben and Jerry’s, I’m going to appreciate the single life for what it is and how I am so much more than single.
I am independent. I can change my own oil, pay for my own drinks, and stay out as late as I please. This is one of the best things about being in your early 20’s, making your own path. I may get a little too enthusiastic when “Independent Women” starts playing at the bar, but I regret nothing.
I am busy as hell. I work two jobs and have a full course load. If I am not making lattes, studying, or putting The Orion together, I’m usually thinking about how I should really be doing one of the previously mentioned activities. I barely can remember my own birthday, let alone someone else’s. It’s completely okay that with all the hats I wear, that one of them does not say “girlfriend.”
I am in college. Yes, many people marry their college sweethearts, but it is more than just a place to meet your mate. While I may despise the exams and papers, the acess to knowledge and opportunity to learn is something that I will eventually miss.
I am one of a kind. I drink too much coffee, I watch too many cat videos on the internet, I bake cookies when I’m stressed, and I’m wicked good with a pen and my sketchbook. I know all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody and I have read all of the Harry Potter books, twice. Everyone has their own crazy mixture going on, and I happen to love mine.
So maybe Ryan Gosling won’t come bursting through my door anytime soon with a heart-shaped pizza, but I know that someday there will be someone who can keep up with me. Until then I’m going to love the one I’m with.