***WARNING: THIS POST IS EMBARRASSING FOR ME TO WRITE BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE PEOPLE KNOWING THINGS ABOUT ME LIKE THIS BUT I REALIZED THAT I AM AN ADULT (KIND OF) SO I CAN WRITE ABOUT THIS IF I WANT TO. I THINK. I DON’T KNOW. MAYBE THIS IS WHAT GROWING UP FEELS LIKE. PROBABLY NOT THOUGH. ALSO IF YOU’RE A PARENT/DANCE CHILD AND YOU KNOW ME AND YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE HAVING A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE OF ME AND MY LIFE, YOU CAN GLADLY SCROLL PAST THIS/CLOSE THIS TAB AND I WILL STILL BE THE LOVING SECOND DAUGHTER YOU NEVER HAD.***
One spontaneous weekend, I got coaxed into going to Vegas with my best guy friend from high school and a few of his frat bros. The drive was long and boring, and I knew as much about his friends as I could know from their Instagrams, so I decided to hit them with the question that I always ask guys when I want to dig a little deeper:
“So… tell me about your last relationship.”
Guys, I’ve been single for a while, and I’ve reached that point of #foreveralone satisfaction and bliss, nominating myself as the Best Third-Wheel Ever and buying myself chocolates on Valentine’s Day. My best friend does this thing where we argue but it’s a joking argument but it has like 13% truth behind it but not really but really, you know? One night, I put my singleness on blast, per usual. She was telling me how she really came up with her boyfriend; he blossomed from our first year at college to our now fourth year. I agreed, and said that my boyfriend made progress too but I was unfortunately unable to see the progress because he was… invisible – cue laughter. She responded by saying that I’m single by choice; I could get a guy if I really wanted.
When it comes to phones, computers, and tablets, technology, you’re doing a fantastic job. When it comes to relationships, technology should be referred to wrecknology, because as Miley maybe once said, a wrong text or tweet could come in any time like a wrecking ball.