Worse Than Knowing The Truth, Is Thinking You Know It.
Late October of 2009. San Francisco, CA
As I bore witness to the happiness of young couples in the throws of nerves and merriment that young couples feel when at the beginning of a new relationship, I realized how pointless it all was. Not pointless to try to understand, or even for them to care about the feelings that this brought up in them. No it was pointless to envy them. I’m not feeling those emotions right now, and that’s okay. I’m not unhappy with my singlehood, it took a long time for me to realize that. I have no reason to envy them. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay. Sure it would be great to be in a relationship, but there’s no reason to kick yourself if you’re not. You’re an okay person as it is. I pity those that feel defined by relationships, those who can’t live a moment without someone else to define their life. It’s a sad existence for those that can’t seem to keep a boyfriend/girlfriend, and even sadder one for those that can’t seem to keep a husband/wife. I pity their sadness. I pity the people that they force themselves on, shoving all these unfair expectations and this unavoidable baggage that they carry onto the person that they claim to love. It all makes sense now.