I came across a line that read : “Many marriages survive only because women have no desire to start engaging with men again”. The more I thought about it, the more it felt uncomfortably true.
I am not married, yet I feel no real impulse to go in search of a partner. Dates, perhaps, I could agreeing to those. But the thought of endlessly meeting new people, learning new faces, retelling the same fragments of myself, beginning again from the surface each time — it leaves me weary before it even begins.
And listening to my friends talk about their dates, I get chills — the kind you don’t want. The men of today… You are expected to be flawless, endlessly accommodating, somehow “equal,” while the man himself functions more like a piece of furniture in the apartment. And still feels entitled to criticise.
No, thank you. I have no desire to encounter that. My self-esteem has already taken enough damage without volunteering for more.
After a failed love, I am far more likely to marry a friend someday, if only to stop hoping, waiting, or entertaining the idea that one day someone might appear and make me fall in love again. God forbid. At least this way, I wouldn’t have to reproach myself for being unmarried and doing absolutely nothing about it.
And on that delightfully cheerful note, I decided to share my Christmas spirit