What To Expect: Quarter Life Crisis: Marriage Edition or the The Case of the Tragic Singleton

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This blog post is suffering from multiple name disorder....apologies!

There are moments when logging on to Facebook makes you feel good about where you are in your life. Someone will have upload a flattering picture or your comment on your friend's status was liked by people you've never met. You know...the super gratifying stuff.

But mostly Facebook just works to ensure that you always compare your life to the lives of all the people around you who have better more interesting lives. How else would we know how to mark success and failure?

Mostly, scrolling through Facebook makes me question whether or not, I'm doing certain things in my correctly.

Should I be partying more?
Should I invest in a flask? Perhaps a bejeweled one like hers?
Am I the only one who hasn't lost 1 million pounds since high school?

Why are they all so married? Why am I so single?

And that friends...is the point of this post. We're in the carefree years, the years of responsibility- free livin' and binge drinking. We are also in the years of settling down and legally binding contracts(ones of a romantic and student loany nature).

Life is nothing if not ironic.

If the work you do in during your twenties sets the base for the rest of your life, should I be working harder to get a boo?

I can't even imagine myself in a relationship right now, I honestly can't even imagine anything more permanent than getting my Masters degree and finally deciding to drink my tea with honey instead of sugar.

Perhaps, that's why I'm single...no long game.

I don't feel like a tragic singleton. I don't feel third wheeled in a mass of "booed" up friends. I am aware that they have something that I don't, and the mantra "chicks before dicks" only goes so far. I know that one day, the overnight sleep overs will be thwarted by husbands. One day, I won't be able to call my bestie at 3 am because her husband will probably be a light sleeper and unappreciative of my midnight breakdown. One day I'll feel discontent about my single girl in the city status and wish for a more permanent cuddle buddy.

One day maybe.

Probably.