12.25.07
Fed Up
I am fed up with this life and its struggles.
I am fed up with crying and laughing.
I am fed up with talking and sharing.
I am fed up with needing someone else’s approval.
I am fed up with disappointment and dissatisfaction.
I am fed up of people telling me it’s never good enough.
I am fed up of being told no.
I am fed up of the “yes” I must give to make somebody else happy.
I am fed up with the lies and betrayal.
I am fed up with the hurt that refuses to go away.
I am fed up with the memories I have and don’t have.
I am fed up of the unhappiness and the frustration.
I am fed up of the charades.
I am fed up of waiting.
I am fed up of pacing back and forth…wishing.
I am fed up with reality and fantasy.
I am tired of watching and not doing.
I AM FED UP WITH EVERYTHING!
12.24.07
Me, Myself, and I
Single in New York is taboo. If you are single, female, over 30, and living in a urban city…well you’re screwed. I apologize if that sounds harsh but it’s a reality. Women are hustling and bustling and tucking this and that to attract a man and for the wrong reasons. Many women, especially those past their 30s, are scared of being alone. As they get older in age, their chances of catching a man just like their rate of fertility are slim. Can you blame them?
Women have always been told that they should have found their Prince Charming by the time they reach college. Unfortunately for many of us, the storyline didn’t follow suit. I am a college graduate still searching for my Prince Charming. A funny idea came to mind, does he even exist? Is he like Santa Claus or the Irish leprechauns that are fictional characters.
I was in a relationship for almost three years, my longest, and I found that it was a struggle to adjust to being a single gal again. Me, Myself, and I was not the easiest status to accept after being “table for two” or “a couple” for so long. I had a partner to go everywhere and do everything with me. Now that I ended the relationship, it was all gone. As always, I am not the norm and refuse to be, because I was never suited to be a follower, to be a conformist. What do I mean? Well, although I’m single, I’m rarely home and no it’s not because I work crazy hours. I was a homebody in a former life and now I love to be out with friends. Just choose an activity to do and call up some friends and enjoy yourself. Granted, we all have our own lives to lead and may not be able to meet up at the same time to hang out well then hang with yourself.
We need to change the way society classifies singles. Single people do not need to be chaperoned to the movies or to dinner. We do not need a companion to go for a walk or treat themselves to a day of beauty or whatever else. Being single is not pathetic if you’re over 30 and it does not mean you’re screwed either. I have found that this generation is finding it harder and harder to settle at the age of 30 or younger. Our parents got married in their late 20s. Nowadays, many of us don’t even have marriage, family, and the idea of settling down on the horizons because we are still trying to make the best of our youth, changing careers, becoming entrepreneurs, or traveling the world. The 30s are now the new 20s.
So ladies if you’re 30 and above, don’t worry…Mr. tall, dark, and handsome might not be around the corner but he is on his way on his own time. In the meantime, don’t stay home pacing back and forth wondering what’s wrong with you. Go out and enjoy your own company. Be sure to remember that a man loves a woman who is comfortable with herself, independent, and not clingy (in other words…you have a life separate from him.)