For the Benefit of Being Single

                Breakups are hard. They leave you wondering what you could’ve done better or, in my case, why I’m a neurotic whack-job. It’s a little depressing whether you broke up with them or they broke up with you. Up until you start dating again. It’s not only the dating part, but just meeting people is fantastic. Not saying there’s anything wrong with dating. I’ve met someone and it’s amazing.

                I’m really not that crazy. Rather than thinking I am, I’m looking at all the amazeballs that makes up me. I’m looking at everything that could’ve been better in my past relationship. Yeah, I had my problems to be sure, but this is all a learning experience. Obviously, that didn’t work out and in the future I can look for those signs and back out before it causes heartbreak.

                During my stint of sadness, I had a lot of free time. A good portion of that was lost to drinking, but not all of it. I read. I always read silly Cracked articles and such, but I had time to finish novels. I learned. I forgot how much I love researching things. I created. I picked up a pencil and just started drawing. I think it’s been about four months since I’ve drawn anything! I watched terrible movies without judgment. I simply enjoyed being myself.

                I’m back in the dating scene. I’m dragging myself out of the house and talking to strangers. There’s a lot of weirdos out there. Hidden in the crowd of crazies, there are genuinely interesting people. I’m not saying I’d date even half of them, but it’s still quite lovely having conversations with new people. Nothing is predictable. Things don't get much more exciting than discovering someone else shares the same obscure interest in, well, whatever it is that I’m currently fangirling out about at any given moment.

                Having crushes is my favorite part of being single. Giggling at lame jokes, making swooning faces from across the table, and just all around being giddy. Then comes the kissing. I don’t even care if it doesn’t lead to anything else beyond that. That moment when you both know that you’re into each other makes every breakup you’ve ever had worth it. 

                My point is that everyone’s had a failed relationship at some time in their life. Why not make the best of it?