My Married Friends Think They Have It All Figured Out.

But do they really? If everyone’s being honest with each other and his/herself, probably not!

Let me begin by saying one thing: this subject wouldn’t even rate a blog post if it wasn’t for the vibe that’s been radiating from the land of the settled-down. It’s a vibe of pretentiousness that is both unjustified and unappreciated. Or maybe I’m just projecting, like I seem to do quite often (especially in my dealings with other human beings).

All I’m saying here is that I shouldn’t be made to feel defective just because I’m not wired to be a hopeless romantic in a committed relationship. Somewhere along the way these individuals caught the monogamy bug, and instead of trying to shake it they decided to give in to its long-term effects. I simply choose to maintain my healthy immune system and stay far away from the inevitable bullshit that goes along with any kind of partnership.

I’ve learned to embrace my tendency for polygamy with open arms and a full glass, and only single people (like myself) can truly understand that some people (like myself) are better off alone.

They call it hopeless romantic for a reason, and my hope for my taken friends is that their love for each other never dies, that their happiness never deceives them, and that they never forget how to coexist with single people (like myself)!