Stefanie Marsh on why single life sucks.
And, being single, I’m wary of holidays anyway. They remind me of that realisation I always seem to have abroad, that I can’t spend the rest of my life with this person. Because single people spend most of their time inside their heads, we tend to exaggerate bad past experiences. So maybe my holidays were good, but how would I know? The inside of my brain resembles the combined plots of The Poseidon Adventure and Saw III played on loop with all the uplifting parts edited out.
Funny comments on this article:
By a single person:
The truth about being single is contained in this one line, “Absolutely nobody in the world gives a toss about you, …” I have a great job/income, a lovely home, fill my life with charity work but would I give it all up tomorrow if just one person loved & valued me.
By a married person (paraphrasing Strindberg)
marriage is like an eel trap, those on the outside want in and those on the inside want out.
I’ve written about that before .
(Vowing to post a lot more frequently).