I’ll have a glass of white whine, thanks, or: another typical Saturday

I hate being an adult. And not for any of the normal reasons, like “people expect me to pay bills” and “I have to be nice to people I don’t like” and “I have to go to work even when I don’t want to.”

No, my problem since my late teens has been that people socialize in couples. As a perpetually single person, I have no good choices. I can feel left out–in some situations feel really left out–or I can stay home. In recent years, I’ve realized that I’m better off not staying home.  Even if I do end up feeling sad, vulnerable, and incredibly lonely once I’m back home, by myself, at the end of the night.

Never having been part of a couple…well, at least one where my partner would be seen in public with me…it’s probably worse for me than for most people.

I only have experience being me, so I can’t know.