Sunday, January 29, 2017

30 Approaches and Yes, I'm Still Single

It’s no one’s fault, really. It’s just the way society is wired. You are supposed to be married with kids before you are thirty, or married and seriously considering kids at the very least.

Really, it’s almost taboo to be a 29-year-old who isn’t married or on the path to marriage. On an almost daily basis, you get bombarded with questions like, “You seeing anyone?” or “Don’t you want to get married?” and of course “You want kids, right? You’re not getting any younger, you know.” 

Perhaps the worst thing about those questions is that they are loaded. People ask those questions expecting a certain answer and if you don’t give that answer, there must be something wrong with you.

People always give me the strangest looks when I answer these questions that are, quite frankly, none of their dang business. 

No, I’m not seeing anyone. Yes, it's okay. Do I want to get married? Maybe. I’m not really worried about it. (*shock* *gasp*) Kids? I don’t know. (*shock* *gasp* *kid-hater staredown*)

Here’s the problem I have with those questions…other than the aforementioned “none of their dang business” part. The problem is that these questions assume that getting married and having (or rather TO have) kids should be the driving point and main goal of every person’s life. And that is just not true. We all know that some people are not fit to be parents. And in fact, we are very quick to point that out when we see it, yet at the same time this society who so readily points out flaws in others’ parenting pressures those who are not yet parents to become just that.

Maybe some people are not parents because they do not want to be parents. Maybe some people are not parents because they are not ready to be parents. And maybe...some people are not parents because they can't be parents.

That's not the case with me. You see, I am not a parent, because I have not found someone with whom to raise a child. Pressure to be married and have children by a certain age is what drives people to get married for the wrong reasons. If I were going by my “biological clock” right now, I’d be starting a relationship with the first available guy that came my way. Because yeah, that’s healthy. That’s a way to ensure that I will have a lasting marriage and a good parenting partner, right?

Wrong.

I refuse to be cornered by my age. I refuse to be cornered by society’s opinion on what I should do with MY life.

I’m not opposed to getting married. I’m not opposed to having kids. I’m simply opposed to doing those things for the wrong reasons.

I want to get married once—to the right person for me. And if I don’t find that person, I will remain single. Crazy idea, isn’t it? Even crazier? I’ll be alright that way. Because it is far better to be single, than to be trapped in a miserable relationship.

And kids? If I meet the right guy, and we get married….kids could definitely be in the picture. He could already have kids, and that would be perfectly fine. If I don’t meet the right guy, kids could still be in the picture. I could still adopt. If/when I am ready to do so.

To tell the truth, the most painful thing about being single, is being told by society that I’m not supposed to be single, that I’m wrong for not being married at my age.

But despite all that, I’m still doing alright. I’m doing alright living on my own, making decisions on my own, and discovering who I am and what I want out of life. Something wrong with that? Sue me.

Or just worry about yourself. That would work, too.

Runner

I’m a runner. It’s what I do. I run away from pain. I run away from happiness. I run away from hate, sadness, uncertainty…love. And all those other things that seem out of my control. In truth, I think the only way that I DON'T run is the healthy way.

You see, I'm a professional. I’ve been running for a long time, for as long as I can remember, really. Running through avoidance, through only wanting and loving what I can’t have. What can’t be. Because what can’t be…is safe. It can’t hurt any more that I allow it to. And even though sometimes that hurts a lot….at least it’s me hurting myself. And for some reason, that’s alright with me. But to let others hurt me? To let others CLOSE enough to hurt me?

That is something I flee from.

So imagine my surprise when I didn’t walk away from you. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t hide. When I wanted to reach out and hold our hand….when I tried so hard to cling to your side instead of run…when I couldn’t keep you at a distance. When what I felt for you became real and I saw you as attainable.

And then….imagine my surprise when you were the one who ran. You ran from me. And all the running from emotions and feelings and humanity that I thought I had become so skilled at? Oh, you put me to shame. You are the master. You officially outran the runner.


You left me behind to choke on the dust. And I deserve it.