Still on Empty...
Sometimes I wonder if I have depressive tendencies. I can recall looking back at being 16 or so and being classified as “highly emotional” by my mother, however I’d like to think I’ve got it under control these days, relatively speaking of course.
Only after an extended period of time with minimal amounts of sleep, no time to go to the gym, being sick from having an overly active social life, having “girl moments” (slash) “tiffs” with a couple friends, and being worked into the ground by corporate America - am I left with no sense of fun and am absolutely desperate for some normalcy.
Ok…so I may be being overly dramatic because I certainly have no need to punch back any pills, however it’s just bewildering that so many things can be such downers all at the same time. This city can breed depression…
- Sleep has become secondary - whether it be because the guy across the alley way is practicing his yodeling at an ungodly volume or because we’re always at dinner, drinks or dancing (aka: going broke).
- We are trained to be work-a-holics. Hell freezes over if we leave the office before 6pm and guilt settles in if we “sneak out” on time.
- Women naturally feel like crap when we can’t take care of our bodies. A larger than average tushie does not equate to self-confidence.
- As for girlfriends and a social life…sometimes too much or too little of a good thing weighs us down. It’s a rarity when the stars are aligned, especially when everyone in a group is being beaten into the ground by all of the above.
So, yes, I feel like crap right now and my sanity is still being searched for. Despite my somber spirits, I’m looking forward to tomorrow afternoon when I’m hoping to carve out time to go buy some new shoes. After all, there is nothing like a new pair of heels to make a woman feel like herself again.
- Lacking a partner: a single parent.
- Relating to the unmarried state: enjoys the single life.
- Of or relating to celibacy...yep, celibacy.
Looking at that definition, I can live with one through three, but four…it’s that damn number four that makes all of us single lepers hate today. I actually woke up this morning and forgot today was Valentine’s Day, but alas, I arrived at work to flowers, chocolates and valentines…for other people.
I personally think that modern Valentine's Day was created by some shrewd PR people over at Hallmark, therefore I loathe the day on sheer principle. Furthermore, in my 26 years of existence, I’ve had a man around for exactly three V-Days, and most of them have been hyped up and over-rated.
Looking back on said three days, I distinctly recall wanting to stay in, cook dinner and watch movies, but I was convinced to go out and become part of the sheepish following for cupid. Every time turned out to be an overly fake attempt at a display of affection that none of the men I was with at the time could truly convey even if he was paid a bagillion dollars…clearly another indication for why I’m still *gulp* single (aka: seemingly celibate).
In my personal opinion, V-Day is the perfect day for a good old-fashioned GNO (girls night out) for all of my single friends. This is where the good times roll people.
A GNO on Valentine’s Day not only is a great way for us spinsters to get together and make fun of all the happy people while telling ourselves how fabulous we are (call it self-preservation), but it is also a great time to scope out all the men out on the town who are likely single too, reducing the number of ineligibles that have to be sorted through before the end of the night. I can recall a couple of these nights where I’ve managed to – at the very least – have a decent conversation with someone that is unattached and looking, which in my book is a valid effort for non-celibacy.
So I’d like to re-name February 14th "Un-Valentine’s Day." In the name of singles every where (and my need to remain optimistic on a day filled with chocolates that I can’t touch) – make today about changing the meaning of the word "single."