Dating Issues

I feel a little ridiculous for constantly whining about my little problems; I recognize that I'm a very lucky individual and don't really have a difficult life. There are times when I just want to shut up and not bother to speak to anyone about the things that upset me in one way or another. Sometimes even blogging about it seems self-focused and attention seeking, like one of those "Shit White Girls Say" posts. 

I can't say for sure that I'm not seeking attention,  and I will admit to being self-focused, but I realize that bottling things up isn't healthy either. In fact, if I don't organize my thoughts I will wind up with a miserable night's sleep. I've thought about switching to hand-writing a diary, but I just worry that no one will know what's going on with me. Either way, the blog stays for now and I will continue to whine so feel free to ignore me.

I'm very muddled and confused today, I don't entirely know what's going in my head but I hope getting rid of a couple of thoughts that have been plaguing me recently will help me at least get a good night's sleep. 

For some reason, apparently I have decided that I need a boyfriend. What caused it, I don't know. I don't even know why I need one, except maybe for the expectation that I should have one by now. Plus, I think the teenage romantic ideal finally turned on in my head, which is terribly annoying and I wish I didn't have it because I don't have any romantic ideas about how a relationship will be. I don't expect a rom-com type of deal, more of just an "I tolerate this person" thing. 

It doesn't help that I work with a bunch of guys who are constantly questioning how odd I am for not having really dated anyone or for my unique likes in terms of hobbies. They find it weird that I've never gotten drunk, never go to parties, and enjoy just being at home. With all the questions and reactions, it starts to make you think.

I like who I am, I like me a lot. I enjoy getting excited over characters in tv shows, movies or books, and having a ton of information crammed into this skull. I like spending time by myself, I don't feel the need to drink a lot, and parties are filled with boring small-talk. Yet, I still worry that being me makes me too much of an outcast. 

I worry that I'm going to have to settle for the first guy my age who shows an interest in me, and I don't want to hang out with a partier who thinks of me as weird. I'd much rather prefer someone who's fine with just hanging out and watching movies. I guess I'm just worried that there's no one who would want to date me, as ridiculous as that sounds.