At home with Dad

I’m 29, single and hanging out at home on a Friday night with my dad.

Should I feel sad by this? Upset? Maybe. But I don’t. I just laugh. I’ve finally accepted that I’m not “cool”; and never will be. Instead, I’m comfortable. I like being at home on Friday night; I like ordering takeout, putting on sweats (aka pants that don’t squish the fat) and watching a movie. That my dad happened to be there really didn’t change how I wanted to spend the evening.

So maybe the question should be, why is this even something to question? Are we really so focused on being “in a relationship” that being single and NOT spending every waking minute out looking for “the one” to rescue us from singlehood becomes a crime? Sure, I’d like to find someone (notice I didn’t say it had to be “the one”!) but I’m no longer desperate to find him. I don’t want to feel guilty spending time by myself. And I really don’t want my dad to feel like he’s holding me back.

I want to like my life. So, how can I enjoy the present if I’m constantly looking for someone to complete my future?