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pieces of songs in my head

March 5, 2006

I find that I have reached a certain sad/silly point in my life where I refer to characters on tv shows as if they were real and the things they experienced actually happened. I wonder if that is a sign of a good tv show when the things that happen on there happen to real people as well…? Anyway, I digress… There’s an episode of S & the C where they all go to an engagement party and someone asks Miranda if she’s seeing anyone special. She says no, she isn’t seeing anyone special, just a whole bunch of un-special people. She starts joking about how if any of them know anyone un-special to pass her number along, etc… Later Carrie asks what is going on with the comedy routine and she said she was just doing it to avoid all the married and engaged women’s “oh, you’ll find someone” blah blah blah. I said all to say that I found myself doing exactly the same thing yesterday, and realized that I do it every freaking time I go to a wedding, shower, child’s birthday party, church, the store, basically anywhere where I’m the only single one. I feel like I’m some sort of mutant when I’m in situations like that and if I joke about being single then noone will feel uncomfortable. The sad thing is, I’m perfectly content being single. I’m in no hurry to join the masses of datings and marrieds. But for some reason being around a ton of married people makes me feel like I have to defend myself. Then that pisses me off. I don’t want anyone’s pity or sympathy. In case you’re wondering, I went to a wedding AND a child’s birthday party yesterday. Both were very nice, but after a while I can only stand so much of the whole love, marriage, babies thing… I’m glad I’m single. I’m glad I can go somewhere different every weekend this month. I’m glad I can go to sleep when I want and noone will wake me up. I’m glad I can wake up when I want and noone is going to starve for it. I’m glad I can go out with whoever I want, whenever, and then change my plans at the last minute and noone cares. I love that if I get fat there’s only one person who cares (me). I love having friends who are more concerned about marrying the right person than about being married. I hate that I can go to sleep whenever I want and get up whenever I want and I’ll still be just as tired as before. I love that I got my first pinkness from the sun of 2006. I can’t wait for it to get warm and yummy. I’m going to try the whole sleep thing.

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