Let me start by telling you a little story about moi, so we all can be properly introduced; I’m a 20smth girl from a teeny-tiny country no-one has ever heard of. I decided to start a blog yesterday, on a plain old Saturday while I was in a shower getting ready for a beer at a local place that’s not that easily categorized, but for sake of an argument lets call it a pub, even though it really isn’t.
Anyway, I was happily washing my hair and when it dawned on me that I’m going out….on a Saturday night…with two couples. They are one of those types of couples, whenever I invite the female half of any of the two couples mentioned for a coffee or drinks, the males seem to follow and definitely are one of those couples you could name by combining both of their names into one, like Bradgelina except for insanely good looking people making that pair. This particular Saturday,also, marked one more important stepping stone; my best friend started dating a colleague and when she called to tell me the good news, she said: “Darling, it’s just you now!“.
I’ve been used to It’s-just-me label and it never bugged me really, never felt different than everybody else, no scarlet A anywhere on me. Just me and I was fine. Just me is good. Just me is liberating. Just me means I’m building my own empire and the world is my oyster.
Yesterday, however, my two couples invited a third couple to join us, a charming and funny pair to be honest. We were all laughing and having fun when the girl behind couple no.3 asked whether or not I am seeing someone. I replied: “No, it’s just me!” with a proud smile like I’ve just climbed Mont Everest. Oddly enough, that smile was knocked right out of my face with a slight but oh so obvious pity “oooohh…” and a shrug of shoulders from, up to that point, very nice girl. It felt like, in the awkward silence that followed, she didn’t want to ask why or any other stupid ass question like that, because she might offend me like there might be something I could be offended by in that situation or even worse, that I might have to apologize for being single. That moment marked the first time I truly felt like the odd man out.
An hour later, faking a yawn I paid for my beer and politely waved to my couples friends and went home. On the way home I stopped at a bakery and got a warm pizza with sausage on top.” Delicious and will go directly to my ass making it a size bigger” was the only thought I had going home at quarter to midnight. Munching on my pizza, I had some time to reflect on what just happened and the more I walked the more I was pissed of by a fact that It’s just me isn’t good enough by standards I had no input in making.
Well, fuck you very much for trying to impose your own standards and visions of the world on everyone else. I, quite frankly, couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what people do with their OWN lives, whether that means that you are gay/straight/bi or a couple/single or even change girlfriends/boyfriends more often than most people change socks. However, I do expect the same curtsy back. That seems to me to be the biggest issue these days; people go out of their way to make everyone else feel like the odd man out.
That’s how this blog was born. A pissed of, bit drunk, 20smth girl wanting to write her own Manifesto saying to the world what ever she liked. That’s the beauty of Internet and I plan to take a full advantage of it.