This is the End of the Road

This weekend was nature's way of communicating to me that people come in pairs. Everywhere I go, people travel in twos. Holding hands, exchanging looks, making plans. I feel like a goddamn window shopper.

Normally I would say something encouraging, like who knows if they're really happy. I believe Dane Cook explains it best:
"When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain... (sigh) But then, once you're IN love, that's like being inside that party, going "Where's my jacket? I wanna get outta here. where's my jacket? I been to this party six years and I wanna see other parties! where's my jacket. someone shit on the coats. i think someone shit on the coats.'

But today. Today I am tired, exhausted. Not because I want a relationship, but because it is so difficult working out logistics with friends who are in relationships. I want to meet people. Like me. So we can make plans, NOT hold hands, but still be dependable in a singles kinda way. What happened to girls night out? When did parties mean for two people? And why are weekends for staying in (or is this more age related)? When did being in a couple become the opposite of being fun? Having been on both sides of the spectrum, I suddenly don't know which is worse.