My Take on Being Single

I thought I’d start a new series called my take. I feel like I need to ramble sometimes about life and its happenings and give my input on it. This first one is my take on being single and what that ultimately means.

I cannot be called an expert and whatever I do write, it’s my own opinion based on my personal experience. It’s true, in this case it’s not that broad and I have a hard time remembering the last time I was single. But what I do remember was that it was very easy going. Being single, living alone or with a friend, it’s the most easy going life we’re ever going to get – except when you’re a child. There are no explanations or justifications to give, no one – maybe except your parents – is going to ask you where are you going or what are you doing. It gets pretty sweet.

I remember when my ex-boyfriend and I broke up, I felt a little bit aloof because I didn’t know what I was allowed to do. There was this one night, I was working at a party and I met a guy. A really nice guy and decided to give him my phone number. It was the first phone number I gave out after that relationship. It felt good not having to worry. Being single means being able to enjoy your time, do whatever you want, when you want it. You can go out, dance the night away, have a girls night every night – or boys night, having inappropriate talks to your guy friends.

Don’t get me wrong, being in a relationship is as good, but it comes with strings attached. Certain things change when you become two. You should never have to change your ways when someone comes along but eventually, some things adjust. Which is not a bad thing at all. Being single enables you to figure out things on your own. Learning how to go to a movie by yourself or having a meal. I don’t actually see a problem with that and have done it myself more than once. So, don’t rush it.

Don’t feel pressured into getting in a relationship. Enjoy that time because some days, you’re going to miss it and think, boy, I should’ve enjoyed it more. I can surely say I did – although it was a short period – but it was a fun period. I don’t remember feeling alone nor depressed because of it. I remember being a lot with my friends, going out, going to the movies, dinners out, dinners in, casual parties and having days by myself enjoyed in the best way possible. Fear not, it’s actually a good thing!