To The Singletons

Today, I found myself in a situation I didn’t really want to be in – it was a situation that was going to hurt and upset a very old friend. It was a situation that had me backed into a corner and there was no way out but to be brutally honest and take the punches.

But it got me thinking – why is it that it’s more than acceptable for people to ask their friends to spend hundreds of pounds on them when they get married or have kids? And why don’t we celebrate the single but-still-just-as-fabulous in the same way?

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t think people deserve to celebrate finding love and procreating and all that jazz, but (and this is rather a controversial but…) if I, as a single lady asked 14 of my friends to give up their Bank Holiday weekend and spend £500 to go on a weekend away to celebrate me getting a new job or surviving another year without too many mishaps or for just being fucking awesome, that would not be socially acceptable.

It would be rude. It would be selfish. It would put me in a category that classes me as downright insane and I would probably lose all those friends. But when someone gets married, when someone joins forces with another human being, we’re expected to part with our time and our hard earned cash and not whine about it.

Now why, as a single and fabulous female, do I not have the right to celebrate my glorious singledom? Maybe I like being single. Maybe I like not being attached. And maybe, just maybe, I’m fabulous enough to celebrate.

I may be coming across as one twisted sister right now, but hear me out. I love my friends who are getting married and having kids. I am so excited for them and so happy that they are exactly where they want to be in life and yes, I want to celebrate their lives with them, but it seems a little unfair that society doesn’t throw parties for those who are exactly where they want to be in life too, but without a ring on their finger.

The world we live in sees being single as being weak and lonely and covered in cat hair.

The world doesn’t accept being single as a choice, it sees being single as “you just haven’t found the one, yet” but you know what, who says I’m looking for the one? Maybe I just want to travel and explore and meet new people and sleep with whoever the hell I like? Maybe I don’t want to get married. And maybe, just maybe, I’m happy.

Happiness doesn’t depend on being with someone else, I’m a strong believer that if you’re not happy when you’re alone, you’ve not got a hope in hell of being happy when in a relationship. Happiness comes from within, not from the affections of someone else.

So to all the single ladies and gents out there – the next wedding invite you get that doesn’t indulge you with a +1 because you obviously don’t need one, just remember that you are perfect just as you are.

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