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We were gabbing about girl stuff while we warmed up.“I need to get my legs strong for cowgirl sex! I’m also currently not having sex, so I figured I should stay out of the conversation. So with nothing to contribute to the guy talk, I chose to focus more on perfecting my burpee form. There was a joint on my windowsill, rolled and ready to go, and I’d been waiting all day to smoke it. Three puffs in, I was already too in my head to pay attention to the episode of “The Office” blaring in the background, so I just kind of sat there dwelling.
I got used to my role as the "Single One" — I was even OK with it.
So I parse them out between friends and family, sometimes oversharing because I just need someone to validate my existence.
My therapist told me that whenever those feelings of loneliness strike, I should sit with them, not fight them. This was hard for me to do because I contemplative, eat to the point of a self-induced stomach flu. I heard my neighbor’s dogs barking, begging my neighbor to take them outside.
I thought to myself while enveloped in strawberry-scented marijuana smoke. It felt good to cry, I’ll give my therapist that much.