Table for One

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As February 14th was fast approaching, my Facebook news feed was flooded with posts about how people were going to spend Valentine's Day crying or eating ice cream while crying or something along those lines. No I'm not kidding but I wish I was. It only shows how our society prefers two people over one. You are born alone, you die alone. So why the prejudice?

Ever since I was little, I've been a big fan of all things romantic. Roses, Novels, Chocolates ...you name it. And I understand that Valentine's day may be the most superficial 'holiday' in the history of holidays. You give someone gift because you're supposed to. You say you love them because it's an unspoken rule to say it that day. I want to hate this supposed 'Day of love' but I cant make myself do it. When I pretend to be disinterested, something inside me stirs and I remember that all this began in good spirit. How wonderful is it to value love over everything else even if it's just for a day ?

But this is often misinterpreted to mean to love your significant other only. And it pisses me off. It's okay to show yourself a little love. Go splurge on a dress you've been too scared to buy, Buy a bunch of Roses or any other heart-shaped rubbish if you are into that sort of thing because, why not? This may be the most clichéd opinion of the 21st Century but really, most people in the chaos of life forget that it's perfectly fine to do things for yourself. Why should 14th of a certain month be any different than the rest?

But the fault here lies in the society. Being a teenager myself, I can say this with certainty that all that 95% of teenagers ever want in life is a boyfriend or a girlfriend. This is primarily not because they want someone, it's because the society looks down to anyone who isn't desired by someone. Thus, people jump into relationships with all the wrong people which results in heartbreak 99% of the time. Single life is frowned upon because how can someone who doesn't have anyone to whisper sweet-nothings can be happy , right ? Wrong.

How many times have we seen someone on social media claiming to enjoy singleton status and thought to ourselves that "it's just an act. S/he is probably lonely as hell". Because honestly, I have. It's not our fault because all our life we've only been wired this way. But who can argue that Single people have the freedom that people in relationships can only envy. Being Single means only handling the nonsenses that life creates for you and not certain someone's who claims to love you for like 1 month (tops).

One day most of us are going to end up married, to someone we truly love (hopefully). But until then, it's okay to relish in making decisions that concerns only yourself. Because at the end of the day, everyone lives their own life.Who are they to judge your life choices, whatever it is?

Do something because it makes you feel better as person not because someone/society tells you to. It's okay to be happy and single at the same time. Or happy and in a relationship, if you're into that sort of thing.

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