People in love can be so dismissive of the trials and tribulations of the single life. They love to tell you about how your dream partner will come along when you least expect it, which is easy for them to say since they’ve already found it. Well, I’m not expecting it and it’s still not here, so that disproves that theory.
- Dating doesn’t equal true love. A lot of my friends will say that they’ve found love just because they’re dating someone new. That’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about that all or nothing, world stops turning when you look at each other kind of love. I go on plenty of dates but there’s nothing world-stopping about them. I want more.
- I’ve been single for so long, I’m starting to feel ashamed of it. I’ve been waiting for love to come a-knockin’ for way too long. I know it, my friends know it, my family knows it. It’s just starting to get pathetic. I’m no longer optimistic about finding love which is probably a sign that it’s not really on its way. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve officially run out of ideas.
- I’m getting desperate and that’s not cute. I can feel myself getting desperate and I hate it. I feel like I don’t have control over my emotions anymore and when I come across someone who expresses even an inkling of potential romantic interest, I jump in and try to control the whole situation. I know that I’m sabotaging my own chances at finding true love, it’s just hard to reel it in.
- I’m tired of people giving me cliche advice. If one more person tells me “it’ll come when you least expect it,” I’m gonna blow. It’s always “good things come to those who wait” and “if it’s meant to be, it’ll be” and “be open to receiving the love that you deserve.” Blah, blah, blah. I’m over it.
- Shouldn’t it be something like “true love will come when you really want it”? It doesn’t seem fair that the universe will grace the people who don’t even care about love the ultimate gift of a soulmate while I’m over here alone, just waiting for a great guy to come my way. Love seems to be such a fickle thing and it just always feels so out of reach. Sigh.
- I’m afraid I’m running out of time. I’m already in my late twenties—I’ve done the math and I’m running out of time. Every month that goes by, I feel a pang of anxiety that I’ve missed my chance to find love, that TRUE love that takes years and years to cultivate. I don’t want flings anymore, I want the real deal. Of course, now I’m afraid that guys will think I want something out of them (like marriage) or that I’m getting desperate because of my age.
- Waiting has gotten me nowhere. Seriously, I’ve been waiting patiently since I was a teenager and I can’t say that I’ve ever been in any kind of “true love” situation even though I’ve been “not expecting it” for 10 years. That’s a LONG time to be waiting, so you can probably understand why I’m almost at the end of my rope.
- I’m gonna have to start taking action if I ever want a shot at true love. Maybe I should stop following the advice that relies on destiny and chance meetings and start taking the practical advice like going out to socialize or getting on a dating app. We don’t like to think as love as something we can earn by working towards; we want to believe it just “happens” to us because we deserve it. Frankly, I’m not really sure if I believe that’s the case.
- Maybe true love isn’t a real thing? I’ve thought about this a lot. The fact that I’m already in my late twenties and have never been in love makes me think that true love isn’t even real. So all these people prancing around, telling the world that they’re in love—is that even real or are they just making up for something they lack? I guess I wouldn’t know anyway since I’ve never experienced it…
- I’ve accepted the fact that I might never find it. Even though I’m on a mission for love, I’ve also thought about what life would be like if I didn’t ever find it and it’s actually not that bad. I mean, it’s not ideal, but I can at least find it somewhat acceptable. I’ve experienced love for other things like my dog, my mom. even myself. I know that I ultimately don’t need someone else to give it to me, but it would be nice, I guess…
