Hahaha I just googled 'Mayor of the Friend Zone', trying to find the exact dialogue from the Friends scene.
And I found this little gem in a Wikipedia article on the friend zone.
'It has also been suggested women can be put in the friend zone. This is mainly due to a lack of serious physical attraction.'
Thankyou Wikipedia! I'll be off to slash my wrists now.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Lonely
You know, sometimes I have a look around my house and I'm a bit smug. I think of all the girls from my high school who got knocked up at 20 and I think to myself that even though I'm single, I'm doing okay. I have my unit and I've travelled and I have a successful career and I think I'm glad things are the way they are.
But I'm so sick of the loneliness. It follows me around like a shadow. When I'm working on New Year's Eve to cover the fun everyone else is having and I see my ex-boyfriend dancing with his new girlfriend, cheek to cheek. While I watch the fireworks from my backyard alone, having just returned from work.
It follows me to my school reunion, when after I've told people about my career and my travels, they inevitably ask how my love life is. And I have two choices- to admit I've been single for the bulk of the last three years or to just sort of murmur mysteriously and let them think I'm shagging a different bloke every week.
And it settles over me like a blanket on nights like tonight. A Saturday night. And I've cooked myself dinner, done my workout video and now I'm typing on my laptop. Alone. And I wonder if things are ever going to change.
Sane me knows that I'm being over-dramatic and that despite the events of the last couple of years, I'm not a social pariah and someone, somewhere thinks I am worth having.
But alone-on-a-Saturday-night me doesn't believe sane me.
But I'm so sick of the loneliness. It follows me around like a shadow. When I'm working on New Year's Eve to cover the fun everyone else is having and I see my ex-boyfriend dancing with his new girlfriend, cheek to cheek. While I watch the fireworks from my backyard alone, having just returned from work.
It follows me to my school reunion, when after I've told people about my career and my travels, they inevitably ask how my love life is. And I have two choices- to admit I've been single for the bulk of the last three years or to just sort of murmur mysteriously and let them think I'm shagging a different bloke every week.
And it settles over me like a blanket on nights like tonight. A Saturday night. And I've cooked myself dinner, done my workout video and now I'm typing on my laptop. Alone. And I wonder if things are ever going to change.
Sane me knows that I'm being over-dramatic and that despite the events of the last couple of years, I'm not a social pariah and someone, somewhere thinks I am worth having.
But alone-on-a-Saturday-night me doesn't believe sane me.
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