Loneliness is Underrated

I have recently found out something very reassuring about myself. This may be jumping the gun a little, but I know how (in a personal not scientific way) my brain works so I know that I'm right, regardless of the gun-jumping.

For the longest time I was under the impression that in order to be happy, I need to find a significant other who I can share my interests and thoughts with and be totally happy and in sync. What I have recently figured out is that, for me, this is indeed not the case. I've realized that the only person I really need to be happy, is myself, as fucking weird as that sounds. I've seen so many movies that try to represent what love or whatever is supposed to be that it has completely ruined my view of what is acceptable in my mind and is now completely irreversible. What I mean by this is that no person will ever live up to my standard of what I want. The only person who will consistently be up to par, is me. And since settling for the sake of companionship at this point in my life seems absolutely ludicrous, I'm going to continue to believe that the best person for me, is me.

Nobody will ever appreciate anything in the particular manner that I will appreciate it. Everybody will do everything in a way that will forever be sub par. Fortunately, this, while seeming upsetting and life altering, is perfectly acceptable and the way I approve of things being done. I am completely happy with doing my own thing, being responsible for just me, and sorting through the silliness on my own.

Also, the only other person, at this point in time, who would care and be offended by this doesn't know it exists or where it is or how to access it, so I'm not concerned.