The Greenness Of Your Grass

Chances are, you’re not going to be alone forever. You might joke about being a spinster—about getting cats with diamante collars or maybe an obnoxious Cockatoo you can teach dirty words—but inside you, somewhere deep in your bowel, nestled beneath your utmost fears and insecurities, there’s a little scrap of knowing that tells you that one day, somehow, you’ll have someone by your side. You might not be romantic about it. You might account for violent emotions, heartbreak or divorce, but you feel confident that there will be a time in your life, no matter how long or short, that you will share with another human being.

And yet you complain. You complain to me and to her and to everyone you know with frustratingly frivolous rhetoric, words like “I’m going to be alone forever.” These are words that you intrinsically know to be untrue, and yet you say them to us anyway. We tell ourselves to breathe—we remember the time we said these words, and we hate them, but we love you and we understand.

We turn to you with faces full of smiles and hands on your knee and we all say, in unison sometimes, “don’t worry, you’re wonderful, you won’t be alone.” We know that in days, weeks, months from now we will again be positioned just so, as you rail against your boyfriend, and our hands will rest as they rest now, very lightly upon your quivering knee, and we’ll say “don’t worry, you’re wonderful, maybe you should be alone?”

The fabled grass on the other side—I know you think it’s greener friend, but what I really want to tell you is that if you just take a moment to indulge in your surroundings, you will be awed. The lush emerald glow will reflect upon you, and your clawing desperation to cross to the other side will fade to a memory as you become content where you are.

So you’re alone now? You feel like it’s the end of days but it’s not—it’s your time, which is just as marvelous as shared time. Slow down. Spend as much time as you like with your friends. Spend your nights dancing with the girls or your days playing cricket with the boys. Make the decision to do these things unburdened by any other commitments. Your commitment is to you.

Speaking of you—start spending more time with you. Laugh at your own jokes. Luxuriate in solitary silence. Walk. Read. Pamper yourself. Be as filthy and disgusting as you please. Learn the comfort of your own embrace. It’s a cliché but it’s true—you will love better once you’ve fallen in love with you. Sleep sprawled on the bed. Snore. When you wake up make eggs and bacon and eat them in bed on your own. Find things—big and small—that you love doing and do them everyday.

Focus on your job. Find a hobby. Do whatever the hell you want. Because when that day comes—the secret day you hold onto in the hidden recesses of your guts—you will have to compromise. You will have to think of someone else whenever you make a decision. You will have to share your bacon, and maybe they wont like it crispy besides, and you’ll have to adapt. You will have to sleep wedged between someone’s limbs. It wont be better and it wont be worse; it will be different, and you’ll have to learn to love it too. TC mark

image – Francios Schnell

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  • guest

    god this makes me miss being single

    • Guesty

      Right????

  • Anonymous

    still haven’t mastered sleeping between someone else’s limbs. doesn’t feel right.

  • Ms C

    So happy to be single. :)

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=704016484 Joe Ott

    You must be heartbroken or in love, you are too passionate, if you write a novel, or when its done or w/e, use this love letter to no one  in particular style, it will make people cry.

  • ANG

    Being single stops feeling like a luxury as I get older and realize that the majority of my friends are in relationships.

    I needed to read this and I’m very glad I did. Made me feel positive and hopeful. Thanks :)

  • Jordan

    Nice work!

  • GUEST

    “If you’re lonely when you’re alone you’re in bad company” – Sartre

  • http://www.guidetomenhattan.com Rachel

    Sometimes I miss having a boyfriend, and then I hear one side of a horrible, blowout fight between a couple (like that bitch next to me on the elliptical, get off your iphone) and I smile. At least I don’t have to deal with that… 

  • nicole

    lol the tags

  • http://brianmcelmurry.blogspot.com/ Brian McElmurry

    fucked either way

  • Random

    Kat George is on to something today.

  • An Island Unto Myself

    Statistics show that nearly 25% of the population never get married.
    And of those three-quarters who do get married, half of them end up divorced.
    Being alone forever is more common than people think.

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