Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Singles Awareness Day!


Ahh, February 14th. The dreaded hallmark holiday by all singles. But don't watch romantic comedies in your pajamas all day masturbating with your own tears just yet. There are some ups to flying solo today. Those being:


You stay slimmer. According to a study from The University of North Carolina, women who live alone gained less weight than newly married women, about nine pounds over a five-year period. If she has what he's having, she'll probably pack on some pudge because men have a higher calorie allowance.


You sleep better. A National Sleep Foundation survey shows that two thirds of people who share a bed say their partner snores, which costs them an average of 49 minutes of shut eye per night.


You have steamier sex. A study from University College London reveals that single women report fewer bedroom issues such as anxiety, lack of interest, and low arousal than married women. Excitement over a new crush creates a surge in neurotransmitters, which cranks up your sex drive.


You enjoy more free time. Women increase their housework after marriage; men reduce theirs. Research from the University of Michigan Ann Arbor shows that singles indulge in seven extra hours a week that married women spend doing chores and like activities.


There's no pressure. When you're part of a "we", you're expected to make a bold gesture. Where there are expectations, there is the possibility of falling short. A day that's supposed to be filled of sappy quality time turns into a day of hellish stress. What if you bought the wrong color flowers? What if he hates the meal she cooked? What if someone forgot? What if you're too tired to have sex? What does that mean? BLAH


No faked enthusiasm. YES dear! AW, I love those pink and red M&Ms with our names on them that are just going to melt in the cupholders of our car. Truth is, some people just aren't excited about the little things. When you have a significant other, you have no real choice other than to paste on a smile and act like you think the oversize stuffed bear that says "I love you Beary Much!" on it isn't creepy, to avoid hurt feelings. By the way, don't buy an adult a stuffed animal.


Fewer expenses. All those big gestures can cost some serious cash. If you're on your own, you'll be saving yourself a bundle. Sure, we might shell out some cash on a few drinks, but that's not nearly as expensive as a diamond necklace or a fancy dinner for two, along with chocolates and whatever else you're "supposed" to get.


Butterflies. It's a great day to meet someone! Think of all the places you usually go. The bar, the club, etc. Everyone there today is most likely single. After a few drinks you may find yourself chatting up an attractive prospect and indulging in the butterflies of meeting someone new, while steady couples are going through the motions of getting it on. All those big gestures have to pay off somehow. It's comfortable, but not steamy. It may be fun, but it's not unexpected.


Moral of the story, be grateful for whatever situation you find yourself in this year. Single doesn't always mean Sad and sinful. Maybe just sinful ;)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Trust

Trust: The reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence.

Trust is a tricky thing. It is earned, not given. Those which we choose to place this honor upon may deserve it. But sometimes, we grant someone trust in full confidence that they are worthy, only to be shown they were not. How do we know who is worthy and who we should avoid?
It amazes me how easily you can be wrong. There's people you think you can let into your world, your heart, your thoughts, your body. But once they get there, they play their own game. They ninja your brain into thinking they deserve the responsibility, only to use it to their utmost advantage or entertainment when the right moment presents itself.
The sad result of this being, eventually you learn to trust absolutely no one. It seems to be the only logical way to avoid letting others hurt you continuously and continuously. Its a way of life, and a hard one. And it fucking sucks.