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rena_librarianSo it's one month to Valentine's Day and I'm not any closer to not spending it alone than I ever have been. -_- Yet another SAD--Single Awareness Day. (Why yes, I am well aware of how appropriate that acronym is!)
And exactly one month after that is my birthday. I'm looking forward to it; I'm in an even better place than I was LAST year when it rolled around (both the nicer apartment and in life), but turning 22 makes me feel OLD. I think it's mostly because 21 is the last "landmark" birthday before the over-the-hill birthdays come along. The next landmark is 30. On the bright side, this puts me in the same age group as all my friends that are older (Katchan, Nico, Jacqui, Kristy...more or less all my close RL friends but Michele...)
But damn. I kind of figured that by this point of my life I'd've been in at least one relationship. Whether it worked out or not would be immaterial. (I doubt I'd end up married to anyone that I would have started dating before I moved out.)
On the bright side, that's the only thing I've set out to do at some point in my life that I HAVEN'T accomplished...
Meh. I'm vaguely irritated by this but not nearly as upset as I could be. (It will be worse as the days roll closer, I assure you. There's a WHOLE MONTH in which, you never know, I could magically obtain a secret admirer. *goes off to delude self until then*)
And exactly one month after that is my birthday. I'm looking forward to it; I'm in an even better place than I was LAST year when it rolled around (both the nicer apartment and in life), but turning 22 makes me feel OLD. I think it's mostly because 21 is the last "landmark" birthday before the over-the-hill birthdays come along. The next landmark is 30. On the bright side, this puts me in the same age group as all my friends that are older (Katchan, Nico, Jacqui, Kristy...more or less all my close RL friends but Michele...)
But damn. I kind of figured that by this point of my life I'd've been in at least one relationship. Whether it worked out or not would be immaterial. (I doubt I'd end up married to anyone that I would have started dating before I moved out.)
On the bright side, that's the only thing I've set out to do at some point in my life that I HAVEN'T accomplished...
Meh. I'm vaguely irritated by this but not nearly as upset as I could be. (It will be worse as the days roll closer, I assure you. There's a WHOLE MONTH in which, you never know, I could magically obtain a secret admirer. *goes off to delude self until then*)
