Actually, I think the attitude I get from happily coupled people is all in my mind. I think that in my head I need to create drama around me so I go and read way too much into things, thinking I need to defend my lifestyle because I'm not really all that secure in my personal choices. Maybe I need to be more extreme in my singleness and be the biggest single person ever. Go out with dozens of different boys every week. Vacation with exotic strangers in tropical locations. Wear fabulously fashionable stylish clothing all the time. Diet and exercise excessively. [wait, that one sounds like it sucks] Do things along those lines. So when I'm 43 or so, over-tan, heavily in debt from all the fabulous clothes, living on the beach with my beach dog, I can look back and think, yeah, maybe I never got married, but I was the most singlest person ever.

Tonight's posts make no sense. I have a feeling they are going to get shitcanned tomorrow when I sober up.