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Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Fill your own path
"Fill your path with interesting people, make outrageous memories, and let the universe do the rest! "
Saturday, 26 November 2011
26, Single, Satisfied!
I'm a healthy 26 year old female, with a steady paying job, no needy partner or whining kids, and a functioning appetite for this intriguing world .Not to mention that my breasts only need a bra because it's considered good social practice. It sounds to me like I’m in a pretty decent place.
Now, I'm not the only 26 year old who matches this pleasant profile, there are millions and maybe even some reading this who comply, yet young men & women continue to complain profusely about their shameful single status. And I can almost understand why, when the only counter argument with which they have to compare their “lousy” situation, is the superficial and sensationalised picture of a single town that has been so poorly painted by the very men and women who are in reality, painfully miserable in it.
You see, the whole “its fun being single, getting drunk, kissing randoms" mantra has the nutritional content to keep you barely satisfied for approximately 30 days. Thereafter, the empty void that begins to haunt your purposeless being grows increasingly bigger, whilst your hunger for fulfilment turns to the only pitiful solution that you think you know....Love.
A dangerous epiphany this, as your brain, which is now functioning lower than a marshmallow, will then convince itself that it has found the answer, and do whatever it takes to achieve it. What it fails to realise, however, is that it has conjured up this preposterous plan without consulting the imminent embarrassment that can be expected as a result.
Let me explain:
You start by searching for this humiliating delusion in the most inopportune places. Turning to what’s nearest to you first, you take a perfectly good male-female friendship and piss all over it. This is done by engaging in the unspoken non “friendship zone” behaviour such as blaming every accidental kiss on acute intoxication. Once you’re finished here, you pull your pants back up, and move onto the fundamental error of the unfortunate hair and wardrobe choices, which at this stage, contribute to irreversible reputation damage. Then, once you’re done coining the worst version of yourself, your final fate lies in the oblivious practice of social suicide, whereby you almost always land up misconstruing a mere simple exchange between the opposite sex for a cue to hire a wedding planner.
See where I’m going with this dear friends? It’s not pretty to be single and desperate. This is why I choose to be single and satisfied. And it boggles my tiny inexperienced mind, why more youth don’t share in the same exhilaration. I’m not saying if you’re already hitched, that you shouldn’t be, but if you’re not, my god, grow a pair, avoid the disgraceful behaviour above and embrace it!
Ladies, for the love of chocolate covered almonds, stop worrying about finding a kitchen to plug in your blender, and men, enjoy just having one mother! The greatest gift bestowed upon us is time!
Have you ever tried to fathom the nebulous term “forever”? Not a simple concept, as the mind is somewhat plagued by an ineffable need for closure and absolution. For this reason, in my opinion, everything appears an unnecessary race to the finish line, resulting in the illusion that time goes quickly, when in essence, time is infinite.
You’ve got more than enough on the clock at your disposal to find your well-deserved happiness. (You even have spare time to throw in a messy divorce leaving you that much wiser and your pockets heavy with revenge.) In fact, most cases have proved that the longer you put off the happy ending, the higher your chance of making a success at it. But you already knew that!
The pressing issue here, is the dismal dissatisfaction with solitude. Have we socially advanced big fish perhaps become too distracted with distracting ourselves, that we no longer know how to be alone? Are these too often mindless distractions becoming a replacement for introspection? Consequently leaving us emotionally ill equipped with the mental armour needed to make it in the so called blissful ending. I ask myself this with a pleading heart.
If I’ve realised anything, it’s that youth is short! Don’t spend it looking for love. Look for truth, perspective and peace instead. Absorb each and every moment of pleasure and pain. Love will get you, and when it does, you’ll be ready, blender and all!
Now, I'm not the only 26 year old who matches this pleasant profile, there are millions and maybe even some reading this who comply, yet young men & women continue to complain profusely about their shameful single status. And I can almost understand why, when the only counter argument with which they have to compare their “lousy” situation, is the superficial and sensationalised picture of a single town that has been so poorly painted by the very men and women who are in reality, painfully miserable in it.
You see, the whole “its fun being single, getting drunk, kissing randoms" mantra has the nutritional content to keep you barely satisfied for approximately 30 days. Thereafter, the empty void that begins to haunt your purposeless being grows increasingly bigger, whilst your hunger for fulfilment turns to the only pitiful solution that you think you know....Love.
A dangerous epiphany this, as your brain, which is now functioning lower than a marshmallow, will then convince itself that it has found the answer, and do whatever it takes to achieve it. What it fails to realise, however, is that it has conjured up this preposterous plan without consulting the imminent embarrassment that can be expected as a result.
Let me explain:
You start by searching for this humiliating delusion in the most inopportune places. Turning to what’s nearest to you first, you take a perfectly good male-female friendship and piss all over it. This is done by engaging in the unspoken non “friendship zone” behaviour such as blaming every accidental kiss on acute intoxication. Once you’re finished here, you pull your pants back up, and move onto the fundamental error of the unfortunate hair and wardrobe choices, which at this stage, contribute to irreversible reputation damage. Then, once you’re done coining the worst version of yourself, your final fate lies in the oblivious practice of social suicide, whereby you almost always land up misconstruing a mere simple exchange between the opposite sex for a cue to hire a wedding planner.
See where I’m going with this dear friends? It’s not pretty to be single and desperate. This is why I choose to be single and satisfied. And it boggles my tiny inexperienced mind, why more youth don’t share in the same exhilaration. I’m not saying if you’re already hitched, that you shouldn’t be, but if you’re not, my god, grow a pair, avoid the disgraceful behaviour above and embrace it!
Ladies, for the love of chocolate covered almonds, stop worrying about finding a kitchen to plug in your blender, and men, enjoy just having one mother! The greatest gift bestowed upon us is time!
Have you ever tried to fathom the nebulous term “forever”? Not a simple concept, as the mind is somewhat plagued by an ineffable need for closure and absolution. For this reason, in my opinion, everything appears an unnecessary race to the finish line, resulting in the illusion that time goes quickly, when in essence, time is infinite.
You’ve got more than enough on the clock at your disposal to find your well-deserved happiness. (You even have spare time to throw in a messy divorce leaving you that much wiser and your pockets heavy with revenge.) In fact, most cases have proved that the longer you put off the happy ending, the higher your chance of making a success at it. But you already knew that!
The pressing issue here, is the dismal dissatisfaction with solitude. Have we socially advanced big fish perhaps become too distracted with distracting ourselves, that we no longer know how to be alone? Are these too often mindless distractions becoming a replacement for introspection? Consequently leaving us emotionally ill equipped with the mental armour needed to make it in the so called blissful ending. I ask myself this with a pleading heart.
If I’ve realised anything, it’s that youth is short! Don’t spend it looking for love. Look for truth, perspective and peace instead. Absorb each and every moment of pleasure and pain. Love will get you, and when it does, you’ll be ready, blender and all!
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