Like my entire life is an open buffet for anyone who decides to swipe right or strike up a conversation at the grocery store 🥴. I mean, just because I don’t have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m lonely, desperate, or someho

I went out for brunch last weekend, and some guy at the next table literally asked me if I was “waiting for someone special.” I almost choked on my avocado toast 🥑. I wanted to scream, “No! I’m here for the pancakes and the chaos of my own thoughts!” But instead, I smiled and nodded politely, while internally plotting a dramatic escape plan 🚪💨.

And here’s the thing: the more I resist the “single = available” stereotype, the more people seem to treat me like a puzzle to be solved 🧩. It’s almost like they can’t compute that a woman might just enjoy her own company, her late-night movie marathons, and the joy of ordering extra dessert without consulting anyone else 🍰✨.

Sometimes I wonder if society is scared of single women who are unapologetically independent 😏. We’re not waiting for validation. We’re not incomplete. We’re loud, messy, ambitious, and maybe a little too honest for some people to handle. And yes, maybe that’s intimidating 💥.

So here’s my question for anyone brave enough to answer: why is it so hard for the world to accept that a single woman might actually be thriving, not just “waiting” for someone to complete her life? 🤔