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I used to be a people pleaser and went through a horrible few years where I never felt good enough because I didn’t have a one true love and everything I did was wrong because it didn’t match what those around me were doing. We have to get out of that headspace of trying to fit into what some twit (no matter if it’s mommy, daddy, your best friend or Cosmo) tells us is the ‘ideal’. Despite all this, I definitely think of myself as a romantic, but it’s more of a romance on my own terms. Is a relationship the ideal for me? Who knows? If it happens, I’m open, but I’m not gonna sacrifice my sense of self on the altar of matrimony. I’m happier now that I’m living my life with no responsibility to anyone but myself. St. Valentine can bite me.
And what about those dreaded holiday blues we singles face every year? Medical studies show that married people are less likely to suffer from depression during these times than their single counterparts. Unless of course your marriage is more like Britney and Kevin pre-crazy, in which case, never mind.
Of course we can’t forget the best part of being single during the holiday season: those family get togethers. The table is filled with love and food and questioning glances your way. Though no one would dare ask if you’re seeing anyone; especially not your mother who admires your independence and as she serves you a slice of pie (which she made from scratch because that’s the way daddy likes it best) oh-so-casually mentions that your cousin Blah Blah is getting married. Isn’t that nice? You’d have to be deaf to miss the pitying and urgent tone in her voice.
So while half of us are looking for Mr. Right and finding only scores of Mr. ‘I’d Rather Stick a Chopstick in My Eye’ , the other half of us are perfectly happy playing the field and enjoying the buffet of hot men who like us, are just looking for a fun, guilt free time.
Regardless, we should remember that our ancestors fought for women’s rights and that right includes being able to live life the way we want. So whether it’s the fairytale or free love; we’re making the choice. I think they’d be proud.
Hooking Up Or Happily Ever After?
We women don’t burn our bras anymore. We have overcome. We can vote, have babies or not if we so choose, carry our own bags and we can even get out of our side of the car all by our lonesome, but are we really happier than our less liberated ancestors?
Has our hard won right to equality lived up to the dream, or are we still yearning for the white picket fence, 2.5 kids and the prince on the white horse to come sweep us off our feet? Granted, today’s prince is a strong, yet sensitive man who understands our needs, fulfills them, and certainly doesn’t expect us to stay in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. Does this paragon exist? And why in this day and age are some of us still looking for him?
Nearly all of us had that one guy in high school that you went steady with for the simple reason that you were sick of being the single one in your group of friends. Being the third wheel was a fate worse than death and while we try and pretend we’ve outgrown such childish peer pressures, try being the single one at a wedding. I’m happily single and usually think nothing’s wrong with the life I have but when my best friend got married two years ago, I could feel the weight of people’s judgement on my shoulders. It’s usually then that I start to doubt and wonder if I’m living life the right way, as if there is such a thing. I think that’s what actually contributes to the high rate of depression in singles. It’s the weight of everyone else’s expectations bearing down on you , blocking you from living the life you want.
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