Fur Balls, Garden Gnomes, and Rum
You know that moment when you lose your complete grip on reality and panic that you and only you, in the whole entire universe, will be the only person left who hasn't found their soulmate? That everyone else will somehow magically ensconce themselves in ultimate wedded bliss, walking around staring longingly into their partner's eyes and busying themselves with living happily after... like totes forevski ... and even people that are really mean, so mean that even their mother doesn't really love them anymore (although she'll swear down that she does, each and every single time), will incredibly find someone that loves them, as much as they love in return.