The Singles Club vs. The Crazy Club

As a member of the Singles Club, I constantly find myself scoffing at the things my coupled friends do. When I hear "babe," "baby" or any variation of that term of endearment, I shiver. Whenever I see couples doing affectionate things like caressing each others' arm or giving each other pecks on the cheek, I look the other way. I could never empathize with my friends when they'd have complaints like "OMG he hasn't called me and he usually calls me around this time" or "I met his ex and she's really cute and they're still friends. Wanna see her pics? Let's look at her pics and tell me she's ugly!" And when coupled people do these things to someone like me, a person who has been a member of the Singles Club for, oh i dunno, all of his life, it just doesn't resonate well. So I'll justify the complaints with responses like "Oh it's nothing, his phone probably died" or "Yeah, you're definitely cuter. Look at at her face." And then they come back with "No. Because a, b, and c." and at that point I just roll my eyes and want to strangle my coupled friend because honestly, I could care less and my main concern is getting a a drink so that I can get drunk enough to the point that the complaints become laughable.

But then something suddenly changes when you start dating someone you really like and you become THAT person. The person you never thought you would be. You join the Crazy Club. You find yourself stealing affectionate caresses with that person, although you VOWED to never let that happen in front of your friends because you know how uncomfortable that made you feel when you had to see it. You start freaking the fuck out when the person hasn't called/texted you all day when you used to tell yourself "I would never be the crazy type in the relationship. I need my space so I'd give my significant other space also."

I've heard that the feeling of falling for someone is an extremely scary thing, but beautiful nonetheless. You allow yourself to be vulnerable, to let yourself feel things that are totally foreign to you. Those cheesy love songs with lyrics like "you're on my mind all day," "I'm so sprung on you," take on a whole new meaning. Then you take a good look at yourself and think, "I am crazy. I lose it when I don't see him. I freak out when I don't hear from him." No one ever tells you that when you start to lose yourself in someone, you also lose your sanity.

All your crazy coupled friends are ecstatic that you're finally understanding what it feels like to be crazy, just like them. They initiate you into the club by forcing you to tell them exactly how you feel when you start to lose it. Then they nod their head in agreement with a face that screams, "I know. It's hard, isn't it? It's hard being crazy." And you look back at them as they nod their head and empathize with you and suddenly, you see yourself in your friend's eyes...staring right back at you.

FUCKING SCARY.

I mean...not that I'd know or anything.