Eat well, live well, and be merry!
For 26 years that I’ve lived, I can firmly say that my single days (so far) are the best… because my relationships always fell apart and ended up miserably. Four of them, even the unofficial ones outside that.
I wonder why am I not Taylor Swift yet.
Oh right, I didn’t have that many boyfriends 😆
But come to think of it, it actually goes with deeper meaning: our happiness is how we make it, it does not depend on anybody else, even on our closest person.
I know for sure why everything fell apart, ’cause I believe I’m not meant to end up in the arms of the wrong guy. Somehow the “catastrophies” had to happen. It felt really bad at the beginning, but I couldn’t be more grateful that I got away.
Someday, I know I will meet somebody who fits me like my favorite socks, who’s as cuddly as my bolster, as warm as my blanket, and as funny and smart as my favorite TV show, The Big Bang Theory. And if I’m luckier, I think he will finally be taller than me (oh please!), especially when I’m wearing heels 😆
I know it sounds all too dreamy… but I gotta have the mindset that I deserve it, nyahaha…
As for now, I would dream on… while enjoying what I’m doing right now. Living my life as free as a bird.
When I was 22 and dating someone, one of my closest friends who is like a sister to me (she’s 30 something) told me that she thought the ideal age to get married is after 27 y.o. Because the way we see men in our early 20s (while we prolly are still jobless or in the beginning of our career) will be very different after we hit middle 20s or late 20s, when we can afford things ourselves and be really independent. A guy that prolly looks so “shiny” and great to us in our early 20s, is not actually that awesome or “above” us when we’re older. Who knows we can even “beat” them at their age?
When you’re young, you just go banging about, but you’re more sensitive as you grow older. You have higher standards of what’s really good.
Now, I don’t wanna generalize this, because some of my friends are married quite young and are happy with their spouses. For me, no matter how young or old you are, when you know, you know. It doesn’t matter. But what my friend said to me when I was 22 was so true for me. I can relate to it very much. That’s why I said, in the end, I am glad my relationships didn’t work. I’m glad I’m taking my time and enjoying my life. When I was back to being single on the age of 24, I did all the things I never did when I dated: I went to concerts like mad, went clubbing until 7 in the morning, went to social events and met so many friends as often as I wanted to, went out with whoever I like, solo traveled here and there as if the world’s gonna disappear if I didn’t, did sleepovers, drinking and getting wasted for the first and the last time (I threw up the whole night and skipped work – would never do it again, hahaha). I tried things that I never tried before, go out and play. At least now I know how it feels. What matters is that I set my limit.
I chose to stick to what I love too: writing and traveling. And sometimes I write about love in my articles/columns and books. ‘Cause I thought to myself… if I can’t have the guy, at least make money out of it, nyahaha… and so I did. I wrote about them. Taylor Swift, ya hear me? 😆
Someday, somehow, someway, in a good day, there’ll be a post titled “The Right Guy” in this blog, with a picture, and I couldn’t be happier.
For now, let’s go out and play.