To ask, or not to ask: "What's wrong with me?"
“What’s wrong with me?” It’s a question that often plagues singles that desire to be in a relationship and yet seemingly have no prospects. I have certainly asked this question before, and I have heard single friends entertain it. However, I have found in my experience that this question is not helpful and would be better off silenced. Sometimes there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me but I find myself making something up because I am grasping for a reason of why I am alone. After all, we humans are a curious sort and love to know the “why” behind a situation. At least I do. I personally think this question is straight from the pit of hell disguised in a cloak of false humility. On one hand, it is important to not overlook the things in us that are not right. But on the other hand, I have found this approach to be more harmful than helpful as it typically ends with me becoming self-loathing and attending my very own pity party. I ask, who in the world is that helpful for? Not me. Not