My life feels devoid of something. Of anything really.
I was watching a movie last weekend. I think it was a happy movie. Maybe. Honestly, I can’t remember what it was. Actually it might not’ve had a happy ending. But it was good. I then watched one directly after that, which was about a married couple whose marriage had turned into monotony. It was also pretty crude – I didn’t get through it.
But the first movie made me sad. I remember wondering why happy movies make me sad. The second movie didn’t help the cause. Maybe it had a happy ending I should’ve stuck around for. But I didn’t.
I lay there afterward, texting a friend. I told that I … I didn’t feel like I fit in this world. He was confused by that so I tried to soften it by saying maybe I was born in the wrong time.
I wasn’t born in the wrong time. I don’t think I’d fit any of them.
I thought about how deeply I don’t want children. How odd that is. How expected it is for a 28 year old woman to want children. How I’d never known a single person who didn’t question that when I told them. How they say, “You will someday.” Not even “maybe you will someday.” But I will. They know it.
Weird how every person I meet knows me better than I know myself.
Maybe I will someday. It’s not like people never change their minds. I’ve hated bananas for my whole life and now, much to my dismay, I only dislike them now. So maybe. But I doubt it.
Even people who accept that I don’t want kids question it constantly. “But you’re just so good with them.” “But you love babies.” I am good with children. Very good in fact. And with every age group – from prenatal to 18. And yes, I adore babies. They’re perfect, in every way, untarnished by the world. Fascinating and really fucking cute. Don’t get me started about baby smell.
Anyway. That’s something grappled with me for a while.
But, as I was watching those two movies, I started to wonder if… if marriage is even for me.
And if it’s not? What then? Because choosing a life without marriage is actively choosing to be alone.
I don’t belong in this society. It feels cold and unwelcoming. Then when you get married, what? You’re stuck with one person for the rest of your life. And I want that, do not get me wrong but, at what cost? People get married and then they can basically only be friends with other couples – it’s weird. But I do understand it also. I think it’s important to have couple friends if you’re married. I imagine some day everyone around me will be married. I wonder where that will leave me. I try not to think about it.
Is marriage right for me? I’m so opposed to gender roles that I almost can’t stomach it. But I also want someone who’s safe and will protect me. I’ve also somehow made it to 28 without dating anyone. Without even kissing someone. People tell me I need to put myself out there and… how? I’m on dating sites. There’s nothing promising. Maybe I just live in an area where the guys I’d like are already taken. People don’t “put themselves out there” and find someone. They stumble across someone and they like them and they keep talking to them. Last time I checked, the way to find a man isn’t walking around town with a t-shirt declaring your singleness. I can’t imagine that going well.
That’s the other thing – I feel like a better environment for things like this would actually be a city. But goodness knows I am not made for the city. But you know what’s interesting about that? The thought of being with a farmer is … it makes me want to run. Isn’t that interesting? But the thought of being stuck the way you’d have to be to be a successful farmer is just appalling to me.
I know there’s a lot in between those two things.
And don’t get me started about trying to find a Christian guy who’s not expecting me to make him dinner every night and who doesn’t vote Republican.
Then I think about all the things, the horrible, horrible things, I’d bring into a marriage. Why bother?
I’m also very satisfied in friendship. Maybe too much so? I don’t see a … need for marriage. I see a need for connection. But not marriage. Or any type of romantic relationship. Maybe I just don’t know because I haven’t had one? I don’t know. But shouldn’t you have the same commitment – or at least similar commitment – to them as you would to a spouse?
Why doesn’t anyone else realize that friendship is sacred?
And why…
Why am I stuck here? In this world that doesn’t suite me? Surrounded by people who can’t understand my thoughts and feelings? Who believe they know me more than I know myself? Believe they know what’s best for me? Who don’t take me at my word? Every day, just waking up, and every night, going back to sleep. Throw bad dreams and restless sleep in between.
There is nothing special about my existence. My life is aimless. And I’ve never been told what the goals are if they’re not find a spouse and procreate and try not to grow old alone before dying alone.
So why am I stuck here?
-Melissa