Being the Third Wheel...

As friends get attached, detached or reattached to/from one another (while I stay unattached to anything), I often find myself being the third wheel. In the most awkward of times, I've been caught in the middle of fierce arguments, but most of the time being a third wheel just reminds me of my own "singleness". The contrast of my one to their two usually forces a moment to think about personal things, which usually leave the same set of lingering questions unanswered.

But last Saturday in Chengdu reminded me that sometimes being the third wheel is a gift to be appreciated and enjoyed. It's not something that is directly shared, but there is a sweetness to being witness to the beginning of a romance. And it's better to consider what one might (and could) have instead of mulling over why one doesn't (and may never) have.