From the Diary of a Single Girl: When Being Single Kinda, Sorta Sucks

Part 2 of the Single Woman’s Blogging Challenge

“Does being single ever suck?”

 Oh–what? No, never!

In fact, it’s always sunshine-y and beautiful being single. Not a single sucky thing about being single.

Nope! Not here.

Okay, so maybe that was a little sarcastic.

Let me start by saying that singleness is in no way, the worst thing to ever happen to a person. Despite what some people might think, it really isn’t! 

But I’m not going to sit here and pretend it’s all sunflowers and puppies. The truth is, sometimes being single does suck. 

Like I mentioned before, there is definitely a reason (or maybe two or three) as to why I’m single. And some days, that truth is easy to understand and agree with. I have my whole life ahead of me. I can do anything–go anywhere and not have to consider anyone else’s opinion or feelings about it. Sorry mom and dad–I love you and all, but…

It’s the truth. The only person I’m accountable to is myself–well, and God.

But I have to admit, there are some days when that pesky self-doubt trickles in and whispers nothing but lies and condescension. And then there are those days when all I want is someone to take me out to a nice dinner and buy me ice cream and bring me pretty flowers when they pick me up.

People still do that, right?

I’m not usually one to be pessimistic, but for the sake of this blogging challenge, I want to share some moments that I’ve found that really highlight the “suckiness” of singleness. Enjoy!

Being single sucks when…

…all you want to do is get dressed up, and be taken out for a change. 

Everything has been taken care of, and all I have to do is show up. Is that really too much to ask for? Just once? Or more–I’m just saying. It’s all well and good to go out with friends and dance the night away, but sometimes all you want is some good food, a romantic venue and a gentleman to share it with. Hey, we’re being honest here, aren’t we? 

…you’re the ONLY one in your friend group who’s not bae’d up. 

Talk about taking the whole third-wheel thing to a whole other level. We’re talking fifth or seventh wheel here! Without a doubt, it’s always a good time hanging out with my squad (#squadgoals). But I would be lying to you if I said that I always felt perfectly content in my own singleness whenever I hang around my girls and their beaus. And it often causes me to wonder if there’s something seriously and intrinsically wrong with me–like, am I just some perpetual repellent of men, or what? 

…you always get asked if you’re seeing anybody.

Oh, the plight of my people–my fellow singles, that is. I’m gonna go ahead and apologize to you all in advance–on their behalf–for anything that your family or family friends might ask or say to you about your prolonged singleness. They mean well, truly they do. It’s just, well–they don’t always get it. And that’s okay. Just nod, sip your champagne and politely excuse yourself to the nearest cheese plate. It’s like it never even happened.

…you just want someone to share life with–who you’re also into romantically.

Who doesn’t want that? Someone to travel to new places with, or go on silly, random day trips with–heck, someone to passionately debate with over which of the seven Harry Potter movies is the best: The Half-Blood Prince or The Goblet of Fire? Choose wisely. It’s nice to do these things with your good friends too–no doubt. But as a single girl, I do occasionally pine for these moments that I wish I could share with a significant other. 

…you just want to find that special someone you just ‘click’ with.

…who’s not your dog–like an actual human person.

They make it look so nice on Instagram, don’t they? All cutesy and sweet, with the hand holding and cheesy smiles. Oh, and my favorite captions are the ones that go like, “(S)he’s my person.” Ugh–I think I just got a cavity from all that sugary sweet talk. But then again, I can’t help but kind of want that too. That moment where you just look at them–maybe they’re doing something weird, or talking about something they’re super passionate about–and you just know. They’re my person. Not that I believe in soul mates, or anything. But still. It must feel good to have…a person. 

…you start to question if there’s even anybody on the other line at all.

You know? Like, is he even out there Lord? Someone who is looking for someone like me–does he even exist? Can you give me a sign? Lord? Are you listening? And I’ll be honest, I do this often. If you could only be a fly on the wall listening to my prayers sometimes–yeah, it’s pretty bad. But like I mentioned before, He’s a good, good Father. Whatever, or whoever, He has in store for me–I can trust Him, and know it’s going to be good.When It Sucks to Be Single

So, from my experience, being single isn’t always a fun and rosy adventure–but it has challenged me to grow and mature in a lot of new ways.

What do you think? 

Has being single ever just sucked?



Twenty-something, lover of Jesus. I like animals (esp. dogs), Fun-Fetti cupcakes and yoga. I love God and do my best to love others. I hate too-warm weather and socks that fall into your shoes when you walk. I'm a huge fan of Christian rap and cold, sunny days.

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  • Amanda

    While I’m not single, one of my friends is and this pretty much sums up everything I’ve ever heard her say.

    • Leighann


      Thanks for reading, Amanda – the struggle is real out here. Lol, I’m glad I’m not the only one!

  • Adrienne @ C'est La Vie

    I can totally relate to your post! I love being independent and not reliant on another, and honestly half of the time, having a boyfriend sounds exhausting. But every once in a while it would be nice to have someone to take me out, stay in and watch movies with, etc. It definitely isn’t the worst, but not always the greatest. Loved the post, it was easy to read and I felt like it was super relatable 🙂

    • Leighann


      Thanks for reading, Adrienne – and for normalizing my thoughts too lol sometimes, I just want to have someone to do things with (and be attracted to them!). I appreciate your insight!

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Anxiety can feel like a high-speed train. Going 5mph one minute and 150 mph the next. It can also be subtler, feeling like you can’t quite catch your breathe and you begin to hyperventilate, in a way that is only recognizable to you. 
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1. You are loved beyond measure and valuable even with your anxious thoughts and actions 
2. You are not the only one 

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