and she brings me back to reality.
On the rare occasions when I go through mopey times of self-pity, my friend brings me back to earth.
Babe, you need to chill about being single.
Why is it that boys make such a difference to my happiness? As a very happy-go-lucky person, it annoys me how I can feel so down when guys are (consistently) arseholes. But as much as I try to put this single blip into the bigger picture, I inevitably find myself down about not having a boyfriend by the end of the day. You just have to go on Facebook to believe you are the only single person out of your friendship circle. Thank god I have my friend to tell me to get a grip. She reminds me that I’m ‘fab‘. I.e: 23, living in Brighton and my career is going fantastically well. And I shouldn’t worry about not having a partner. She too is single, which makes her arguments valid.
So to my special friend and all the friends who support their single friends, thank you: you are making the journey a whole lot better.