I just walked the Boxerbeast and—thanks to the ooTunes iPhone app—was listening to BBC Radio1.  The DJ kicked off the three p.m. hour with a song by Irish popsters The Script called “Breakeven”.  It’s a pleasant enough track, I guess, following in the grand tradition of UK boy bands like Take That or even Coldplay, if you took away their Free Trade and military jackets.

Anyway, the singer’s lamenting the fact that his girl ditched him for a new dude and while he’s “wide awake, she’s no trouble sleeping”.  The chorus kicks off with the lines “What am I supposed to do/When the best part of me was always you.”

And that’s when I got cranky.  Maybe it’s because—much like 10cc—I’m not in love and I’ve got a greater chance of scoring H1N1 than I do of getting a guy’s phone number.  But I have had both feet firmly in a relationship before and—even then—the best part of me was still, um, me.

I’ve always felt that way, regardless of who He was at the time and how long he planned on sub-letting my heart.  Our relationship never defined me, never dominated me and sure as hell wasn’t the best part about me. That, of course, would be my winning personality.  And my ability to eat an entire Jello Pudding Cup in one bite.

Maybe that’s why I don’t write pop songs. Maybe that’s why I spent my Saturday night snuggling with the remote control.  Maybe that’s just who I am.

But I’m definitely OK with it, even if that doesn’t rhyme as well.