Why is it that some people can so easily find “a relationship” and for others it is the ultimately elusive thing?
Why is it that stupid women can find handsome intelligent men but beautiful intelligent women have a far more difficult time getting past the first date?
Why do mature adult people (supposedly given their chronological age) run off to Vegas to get married after only knowing someone for about six weeks?
I have a friend who is young, gorgeous, together and intelligent and single. WTF is up with that? She should not even be single for two seconds. What is wrong with male America these days?
Why is it that some people make it last the first go round and others of us can’t help but screw it up from the get go?
Why is it that the ones that make it last aren’t even all that put together either…I mean…what?
Why is it that the good looking guys are stupid…mostly… and the ones who are good looking with a brain are married to stupid women…I mean, really, they are married to posts most of the time.
At what point do you just throw in the towel on love and figure you’re just too old for that shit?
At what point do you just throw in the towel on ever achieving your dreams because a.) you have too many kids to deal with for too much longer, b.) achieving your dreams would require the energy, optimism and fearlessness of a 20-year-old and you’re simply not 20 any more and have so many obligations to so many…I mean really…at what point does chasing that youthful dream become like the woman in her 50′s who tries to dress like she’s in high school. Hmmmm….
I have more questions, but if you can answer these then you’ll be doing well.
Bonus Question: Why can’t I meet someone and run off to Vegas and get married after knowing them for six weeks and actually have the damn thing work out? (I already know the answer to this one and, yes, it has something to do with birth order and, well, I’ll just leave it at that!)
Take your pot shots…go ahead! I dare ya!
Oh, and don’t give me all this positive attitude crap. If you’ve been single, divorced or any of that for any length of time the inconsistencies and seeming inequities of life have crossed your mind in question form as well. And the biggest question and the most unanswerable one is “Why?”
Positive is great and I’m all for it. I’m a recovering “glass half empty” kinda girl. I want the glass totally freakin’ full so whether it is half empty or half fricken full doesn’t matter….it isn’t where I want it to be and that is just sometimes not good enough. Playing little mental games doesn’t really convince me that things are better…or worse…than they are. They simply, currently are not what I want them to be…YET.
Big word, that word, “yet”.
Bigger question: When to let go of the “yet” and figure it ain’t ever gonna happen. I really need to hear from someone in their 80′s or 90′s on this one because seriously, at 40-something, sometimes I’m so deep in the quagmire I can’t even see the map! And in 40+ world the scales seems weighted to my disadvantage as a female. Maybe, it’s my own myopic vision that is creating distortion. What I do know is this: as you age, especially if you are female, people stop looking at you. They not only stop admiring you physically, they stop seeing you completely. This is the demise of the elderly in our country. They become disrespected, invisibile liabilities. I’m not there yet. Just today I had a perfectly red blooded male friend tell me that my jeans totally worked for me and this is a person who would have no problem letting me know he thought I looked like shit, so it was a valid compliment. But that time of being invisible and unseen is not far away for me and it is certain for us all. I just am not sure I want to be one of those banging my head against an impossible wall if the liklihood and realities of love and dreams are long past. Maybe at that point, it is time to shift focus and create new, different dreams. I don’t know.
Ahhhh! Life! Ain’t it great? It’s the only test you can’t study for and you get only one shot at it. Sometimes to be honest, I feel like I’m blowing my shot at it.