38 days to go.

Single.
Valentine's Day has a way of getting me down (I am terminally single on Valentine's Day, it seems, no matter what the rest of the year has been like). So, good things about being single (feel free to add):

1. Resting and rising whenever I feel like it, with nary a flash of concern about disturbing anyone.

2. Not having to go for a consult when I make any significant decision. If I want to move across the country tomorrow, hell, I can.

3. Not feeling like I have to keep my mouth shut and be 'the girlfriend'. (This is a specific ex, really.)

4. Letting my shaving go--and feeling fine about my leg fuzz.

5. Guilt-free flirting with the cute Sheriff's Deputy.

6. Guilt-free flirting with the cute girl at the Quik Trip.

7. The elevation of masturbation to an art form. (Is diagram and storyboard use normal?)

8. Not having to defend or hide or excuse what I write or read or think. (Well, except to friends and family. But I don't have to make out with them later and pretend I'm interested.)

9. Being able to go after the things I want, instead of things someone else thinks I should want (25k into my clairvoyant waiter novel, baby, and no English major with a scruffy goatee around to try and torpedo my dreams of publishing obscurity!)--and feeling fucking fabulous about it.

10. Singing when I want to. Sobbing when I want to. Whatever--when I want to.

Okay, so we could all use some roses every now and again. I'm a pretty cool person no matter who I'm attached--or not attached--to. And hell, if you're on my list, you must be awesome, too. (Birds of a feather, right?)

Happy Valentine's Day, everybody, single and otherwise. Eat some chocolate. Feel mushy.

It's a pretty good world, really, when you get right down to it.

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