A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
Why do people always ask me if I have a boyfriend? I don't think this is a "me" thing. I'm guessing it happens to everyone. But, that doesn't make it any less annoying. Random people, too. Why do people even care? Is it really any of their business?
I never know how to respond to this question. And, I never even know how to react to my response once it has already been formulated.
I usually try and make up something fluffy and convoluted--like "maybe," or "oh, not right now,"--but it usually ends up being taken as something depressive.
Oh, it's okay honey. You'll find someone. As if a boyfriend is something important that has been lost in the depths of my closet or something--it's just hiding and not ready to come out.
This question never fails to make me feel bad about something that I really don't feel bad about. Okay, well the psychiatrist in me says
no one can make you feel something you don't already feel yourself. But, really. It all makes me wonder if I am somehow incomplete. How we're all
supposed to be paired up somehow. How life just isn't right without sharing it with someone intimate. That really bugs me. I can be such a stubborn and grumpy person that I wouldn't be surprised if I just answered
no for the rest of my life.