With the events of the past week I’ve spent a lot of time in my own head which is not always a good thing. Something I’ve wondered a lot over the years is why those of us that are single always feel like we are the only ones that can’t find someone special?
Over my many years of being single I have wondered why I can’t find someone when it feels like everyone else ends up in a relationship almost by accident? Rationally we can look around and see lots of people, both gay and straight who haven’t had much luck with dating but the heart isn’t rational. These days when people tell me not to worry he’s out there, you’ll meet him one day I casually say there are no guarantees.
It makes me really sad to think that maybe I won’t ever find someone to love but that’s the reality. It just may never happen. I’ve posted before that my life is great (a little bumpy at the moment, but generally fine) but I think it would be amazing to share it with someone. What I don’t understand are the people that don’t get out there and live life but hope that Mr Right is going to turn up and then they’ll go live it together. What if he never comes along?
Right now I’m just trying not to think that I’m the only one in the world who can’t find a boyfriend. It’s not unusual. If I don’t keep that in mind I think I’m some kind of unlovable creature from the depths of the lagoon. Clearly that’s not a good headspace. Thankfully those thoughts don’t pop up much.