Disclaimer: my apologies to the couples mentioned in this blog! It's just for entertainment purposes only so PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME.

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I tell you what's the worst feeling in the world?

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No, it's not receiving a B in your exam or accidently grunting at your crush, but rather ..

BEING A 3rd WHEEL.


OMGSH. I swear I had the worst 3rd wheel experience in the history of tricycles. It dates alllll the way back to last year's Valentines Day. Yes, out of all the days I could be a 3rd wheel, I chose THAT day. The day where couples shower each other with pointless gifts, flowers with a lifespan of half a day, and cards which will be in shreds once the breakup occurs.

Anyways, I've never had much of a problem with my residence at singleton, until AFTER SCHOOL THAT DAY, when I have to follow a CERTAIN FRIEND OF MINE to Carlingford Village for sketching classes. Guess who was waiting at the top of the escalator in a sea of red roses with a crimson red box in hand when we arrived at Carlo? Yeah that's right. Her boyfriend.

OH HELL HATH NO FURY.

Us three sat near the glass wall, looking out into the bustling streets with cars streaking by, blurry in the drizzling rain. Obviously we weren't all sitting together - the seating arrangement pretty much went like this:


GirlBoy ------------------------------Me ='(


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I was like an island.

Then they proceeded to feed each other cake, and at one point it was uncertain whether they were eating the cake or engulfing each other instead. I clutched my large sketching folder a little tighter as I mustered all my strength to remain seated and focus on the passing cars, their windshield swipers working on overtime. The gloomy skies fuelled my isolation and in my mind, I was silently screaming " FUCK THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING VALENTINES DAY I'VE EVER FUCKING HAD."

But it's alright, because due to that experience, I now wake up on every Valentines Day with a smile, knowing that no matter how bad it'll be, it will at least exceed the near-fatal experience I endured on the 14/2/10. My resistance is akin to the antibodies in our bodies: once affected, a defence system is developed and I become immunised to this 3rd wheel disease.

Or so I thought.

It turns out this 3rd wheel disease is inescapable for me. It follows me wherever I go, infiltrating my every defence like a plague. It caught up to me today, being third wheel YET AGAIN as two of my friends huddled cosily on the sofa while I was left to rot in my little corner. ='( Life can be so cruel. Thankfully, my ambulance arrived soon enough and I was transported out of there in a stretcher. No physical harm done.

.. Just emotionally.

The moral of the story is, being a 3rd wheel sucks BIG TIME.

So if the situation arises that your friend asks you to hang with her/him & their significant other - DON'T DO IT. I can guarantee you now, picture the worst feeling you've ever felt and multiply that by 293902809283 times, that's what you'll be feeling by the time you emerge, if you're lucky to escape unscathed at all.



xx.

Betty.