I'm Diseased.

It seems to creep around. The Holidays. And they are the same every year. Well the past three have been anyway.

I suffer from a syndrome people have diagnosed as Singledom. I have been carrying the disease for 3 years and each Christmas I tell myself the next year will be different. I will be better. It never changes. This lingering cold is worse then the tap nose of winter. It aches more than the pains of flu in the back. Not even chemo cures Singledom.

Christmas parties are awkward. You plus one. Can I invite Best Friend without looking like a lesbo? (A state I have often considered joining, unfortunatly my bat doesn't swing that way).

So this year, I suffer in silence again. The extended family visit, and ask what is new. Do they really want to hear about me finishing my degree and working full time? Or about how the aspirational career that no one believes I'll achieve is still a pipeline dream? Or about the number of African children I am currently sponsoring? No, they only want to hear that there is someone on the scene. It makes people feel more comfortable. Like single people truly do have a disease.

Next year I'm avoiding Christmas all together and going to NYC!