Dr. Seuss' The Cat in The Hat

Fulview is essential in this situation.

"It's a thing-thing, you wouldn't understand." -- The Cat 

 First. Stop. Click on that picture. Read it. The guy in the black is me. The other two are every couple I know. I'm not joking. It is EVERY couple I know. My mom and Clay, that couple. Kaka and Chris, that couple. Kaka and her previous boyfriend, Adam, that couple. Gina and Jake, that couple. Anne and Chris, that couple. My grandparents, that couple. I could go on. The thing is, I am never a part of that couple. Not because I'm never part of a couple, but because I'm never that disgusting in a relationship. I'm never a part of the cute, adorable, lovey-dovey couple that spends their weekends at B&Bs, or can't be seen without being wrapped in each other's arms. More importantly, I have never been in part of one of those relationships. I hate it.


Yeah. I said it. I hate not being part of that couple. Katrina used to have this theory that she was like a peninsula. She was a land mass surrounded on three sides by water that attached itself to continents. The continents were couples in this analogy. For a while she was attached to Aaron and I, and we all coexisted very well. Even after Aaron and I broke up, but still lived together, it worked well because Aaron and I became better friends apart than we were as a couple. I am not a peninsula. Wait. Let me rephrase that. I am not a very good peninsula. I do not enjoy or embrace being a third-wheel. It isn't a shirt I wear very well. I need to be the continent in order to function. Does that make sense? It's not like you can answer me, realistically, I'm talking to myself, which is something I've been doing a lot of lately.  Why? Because I'm single and all of my friends are couples.

I'm not counting friends who have broken up. This is because in these situations, I am the child in the divorce, and as hard as I try to not pick sides, one of them always needs me more, so I end up taking care of him, or her. Then, I end up losing the other person as a friend. Of course, you can't date the person you took care of after their breakup. You know too much about them, and that makes it creepy. So, I find myself surrounded by either couples, or half of a couple. I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and a number of the couples I know have been having trouble, so I've been getting a lot of late-night phone calls after fights or arguments and worst of all, there were two break-ups on the same night which have kind of disillusioned me with regards to relationships. if couples as cute and adorable at the ones I associate with have failed miserably, what hope do I have of getting into one of those relationships where people spontaneously throw up in their mouths when they see us?

I'm getting off track. The non-search for a boyfriend has become troubling. Eric is being disconnected and distant. He's been sending me unfortunate text messages that keeps moving him further and further down the list. Hyde did something stupid last night that made me cry and made me realize way too much about myself and the state of my life. Fez has moved into the obsessive-compulsive clingy stage of our friendship that has become kind of creepy. Maybe I'm too picky, but I keep watching these great relationships and couples who make me want to throw up every ten seconds if I'm near them. It makes me want to stop this waiting, and get on with my life as part of a Stepford couple already. Geez.

Maybe I should start hanging out with single people again. What do you think readers? Does it make that big of a difference when not searching for a relationship? Does hanging out with couples vs/ singles help out with meeting new people? Or are couples just as capable of introducing you to new friends?