Winding up my day watching Farmer Wants a Wife…don’t judge me.

And I’m watching these guys get cozy with one chick as their three other potential love interests are just staring at them getting completely deflated at their public display of affection for each other.

I couldn’t help but put myself in their place and could see myself being all “Awww! Look how cute they are. That’s so awesome for them” with zero sarcasm behind it. Like, I’d genuinely be happy they were possibly building a solid connection that could lead to something strong and lasting knowing they both deserved it. I wouldn’t be heartbroken or turning dark side by thinking I wasn’t good enough for him, but instead cheering them on in finding their person.

I wouldn’t be on a show like that to begin with because I’m very much in a chalant phase when it comes to romance and that means zero sharing or fighting to be loved. Which is why I’d probably die single. Buuut I’d still be happy with my blue hair, 20 rescue cats named after 80’s cartoon characters, and my instagram algorithm devoted to perfectly sculpted men who sweep their women up without a word being spoken.