single
Whether you're solitary by choice or simply unlucky in love, being single is complicated.
Love Myself
When your older sister who has been with her seemingly perfect husband for 16 years asks what you want for your 30th birthday and then suggests maybe a boyfriend...ah, jokes. But the thing about my family, and please remember that I love them dearly, is none of them have ever been single for any length of time. Ever. When I say I prefer to be single or when I say I am totally fine on my own, doing my own thing and answering to no one, they all nod sympathetically while I can only imagine they’re thinking to themselves how lonely I must be. That’s the look I always get. I am the one who jokes that my Christmas gift to my mom will be getting myself a boyfriend. It would make her so happy, and maybe one day it will make me happy, but so far, this has not been the case.
By Jessica Skye7 years ago in Humans
To Feel Rushed in a Place Where Everything Is Slow
I live in London, in the centra of rush hour. I've lived here for the past two years, probably having quite a normal "Londoner life." I go to uni, I live in a house with my mates, I have a part time job in Notting Hill, I go to the gym and yada yada, you get the picture. But I haven't always lived here, before London I lived in Australia for two years and before that I was being brought up in Sweden. An amazing journey if I could say it myself but here comes the problem:
By Hanna Renevi7 years ago in Humans
Does My World Still Turn When You're Not Around?
One of my most unredeemable qualities is my inability to move on. While it’s not as bad as it used to be, up until high school I used to love people feeling bad for me whenever I went through hard times. I wanted to hold grudges for everyone who had wronged me growing up so that I could chastise them in my writing and artwork. If I were lucky and got famous enough to be on a talk show or win an award, the plan was to definitely make the point of calling them out on national television.
By Julie Chernesky7 years ago in Humans
Moving On
I've been single for a good eight years now and there's a reason for that. I guess you could say I wasn't really ready for a relationship, even though I've been in a few throughout high school, and in my early 20s. I always thought being in a relationship would make me happy. I was engaged at 20 and that was a rocky relationship. But I was young and dumb at the time. I wasn't in love with her. I was in love with the idea. But that's another story.
By Michelle Hill7 years ago in Humans
32 and (Still) Single
I'm going to be straight—I'm 32 years old, and in my 32 years of life I've never had a long-term relationship. I'm not some closed-in, no-fun, thirty-two-year-old grandma cat lady (though I do have a cat). I may not stay out late and go bar hopping, but I'm up for the occasional night out with the girls, I go to concerts, hang out with friends, and travel.
By Kristi Jacobsen7 years ago in Humans
Modern Day Manlessness
Is it just me, or has it become increasingly difficult to be a confident man these days? Now before you read any further this isn’t a sob-story of how no one understands me or some incel fantasy manifesto. I am just saying that in today’s current climate of political correctness and gender identity, I feel like a Mercenary in a mine-field. If you are a male in your 20s to currently above the expected norm for male lifespan and you aren’t easily insulted by the expressed thoughts of a random stranger through an electronic medium then keep reading.
By Patrick McInnis7 years ago in Humans
The Internal War
After I got the news about Sofia and Ellen, I was devastated. We ended up hanging out at our mutual friend's place and a good friend of mine. Peter wanted me to come with him to get some food for our friends. We went to Wendy's, I was barely hungry so I just got a drink and some french fries with our orders and since it was a big order, we had to wait in the parking lot. I told Peter about how I was having feelings for Sofia and how I was holding up with the news, then he told me that he was having feelings for her too.
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Humans
Me, Ellen, and the Girl I Wish I Never Liked
May 28, 2015: A day I just can't forget no matter what. I was on the floor with a hole in my chest surrounded by people who got the same news as me except I wasn't happy, so I look at the ceiling hoping that I'll wake up from this nightmare but I'm still awake and this pain is the only thing I have right now....
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Humans
A Night of Reversed Indifference
Have you ever walked through a crowd without fear, your head high, steady steps, confident rhythm? It is possible when you are either too self absorbed in arrogance or you have nothing left to lose. The second case was last night's scenario. I was out with friends, not much money in my wallet or bank account, a cute outfit, bold lipstick, and flowers in my hair. Uncertain and exhausted by what the future might hold, I went out to get a break, dance a little, and maybe get teased by strangers. It had been a long time since last someone had desired me.
By Olivia Lass7 years ago in Humans
What Is "Aromantic?"
I’ve recently been coming to terms with the fact that I am aromantic. I have been showing signs that I am aromantic for years—my whole life in fact—but it’s only since I learnt the term that I’ve begun to apply it to myself. For so long I was scared that I was broken, but now I know that there is a whole group of people just like me.
By Nathaniel Corns7 years ago in Humans
Being a College Single
I wake up in a foreign bed with a pounding headache. "Not again," I say to myself. I immediately search for my phone, not bothering to check to see who I slept with last night. After I see what time it is and check my notifications, I look around the small, rather dirty room. I look back at the bed I just got out of, finding a pretty average looking boy with his shirt off. He’s still asleep. I scurry to squeeze into the tiny piece of stretchy cloth called a bodysuit and a tight pair of skinny jeans. Once I throw on my booties, I try to remember how I got into this place. That way, I can get out. It’s hard to think when you’re hungover.
By Hannah Walsh7 years ago in Humans
