We kicked off our "From the Dorm Room to the Altar" series yesterday. I'm pleased to introduce my first guest writer, Jess (Xanga name MlleRobillard ). She's a loquacious lady from Louisiana who combines cooking skills, history tales, and guest columnists into a very interesting Xanga site. Did I mention she also posts audio clips to go with the posts? Recently we've been glad and thankful to read that Hurricane Gustav apparently did no lasting damage to her house or irrepressible blogging pets. Please feel free to also meet this talented lady at her site after reading this article. And PLEASE RECOMMEND as well-- my guests took a lot of time and effort to write these articles!
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle. (Edna Ferber)
In
the past ten years I have been a bridesmaid seven times. It's still an
honor to be asked, and I've gotten used to wearing ugly dresses, but
lately I've begun to wonder; are the rehearsals, dinners, showers and
ceremonies practice for my own big day, or are they the closest I'll
ever get to being a bride?
In my teens and early twenties I was
quite certain that marriage was something that would just happen, like
the weather. I'd meet HIM. He'd propose, we'd marry, have babies, and
there I'd be. People pair off. It's the expected course of things.
It
hasn't happened. I've been busy with family, my church, my career, and
my writing and I didn't even notice it not happening until a few years
ago when family and friends started applying pressure. That's
delightful. The invitations ("We've also invited Joe's friend Eustace,
he's the nicest guy. Please don't be put off by that little problem of
his"), the well-meaning reassurances ("It's okay, dear. My cousin
so-and-so didn't get married until she was almost your age") all leave
me somewhat cold, but I understand that they are well meant.
Quite
simply, I haven't met a man with whom I'd care to spend my life. I have
met wonderful and dear men, but so far, not the one. I seem to be well
on my way to a glorious spinsterhood. I thought I'd share a few of my
thoughts and a little advice about being a cool, desirable but not
desperate single woman.
Many of the terms used for an unmarried
woman are derogatory, old maid, for instance, or my least favorite "a
sex and the city girl". Many of these terms suggest a preference for
mullets, comfortable shoes, and the Indigo Girls,
if you know what I mean. Nothing against my lesbian sisters, but it is
inappropriate to be categotized by people who can't be bothered to
consider the idea that a woman might be enthusiastically heterosexual
and just (for whatever reason) not married. I prefer the word
"spinster".
To be a successful spinster you should live alone,
if possible, because you need to be able to be alone in comfort. The
cliché about lonely and alone is very true; they are different and you
need to decide which you are. You can have pets (cats, dogs, anything
with fur), but no more than 2 of anything and 3 total. Anything more
than that, you become the creepy animal lady and your house smells like
a pet store. If you do get a dog, it should be a bigger dog – at least
15 lbs. Nothing Paris Hilton would coo over should be allowed in your house. No lizards, snakes, or
birds. Fish are okay, but they should be completely decorative and
un-named; simply a hobby.
You can't live in a scary
neighborhood. No rundown apartment buildings with a convenient meth lab
one floor down, nowhere that you are afraid to walk home at 2 a.m. Your
furniture can be a little ratty with aspirations towards bohemian, but
you need to throw out all furniture that your parents gave you. A couch
from the Seventies is not an antique. At least some of the furniture
should be pre-assembled, not the kind where you sit for four hours on
the floor with a screw driver struggling to put bolt G into the bottom
right hole on panel C while reading directions translated by an angry
Swede into broken English.
Being single does not mean giving
up. You still want to be hot. Not hot like Pam Andersen hot or Angelina
Jolie hot, but the hottest you you can be. Avoid plastic surgery, as it
smacks of desperation; instead, invest in attractive, age-appropriate
clothing, a great haircut (not the same one every time!) and awesome
shoes. Shoes will always fit, even if you gain 10 lbs. or lose 15. They
will make you feel sexy and cool. You don't need $500 Jimmy Choos. Just
find some that are hot and that you feel good in. They don't need to be
uncomfortable, just stylish. It does matter what you look like. It's
great if you are all about inner beauty and wear men's polo shirts
and no make-up. Good for you. Just know that no one else is about inner
beauty. We ("we" being the whole world) are about outer beauty. If you
have chosen to be single, you are already cool, and secure, and
interesting enough on the inside. Pluck your eyebrows already, throw on
a hot outfit and make sure they wonder what they might be missing.
A
few sacrifices may need to be made on your way to becoming a modern
spinster. Assess your current group of friends. Have any of them ever
uttered any version of the following phrases? "Don't worry, you're so
pretty; you'll meet someone some day," or "I just don't know how you
stay so strong. I would be lost without (insert boyfriend/husband's
name here)." These people, usually women, are not your friends. They
are spectators, watching your life, trying to make themselves feel
better by comparison. Forget them.
It's a good idea to make a
few financial sacrifices and save a little money, in an account
separate from your checking account and your debit card. Two months'
salary is about right. You never know if an illness or our current
economic woes will strike, and you want a cushion to land on if you
fall.
You probably can't afford to eat out every day (especially
if you need to work on the aforementioned savings account). Oreos and
ramen noodles are unwise to eat regularly, so here's my solution.
Designate one or two days a month as "cooking days". Make several of
your favorite meals, divide them into one-serving disposable containers
(I save margarine tubs for this) and freeze them. A decent meal is only
a few minutes in the microwave away.
Faith matters. I know not
everyone is a Christian, but it helps to believe in something other
than yourself. Alone and awake at 4 a.m. on a Saturday can be a
miserable experience otherwise. Try meditation, prayer, spiritual
reading. Keep an open mind.
Don't be afraid of change. Meet new
people, dance with a stranger. Do something for charity, maybe
volunteer one day a week. A surefire cure for loneliness or situational
depression (as opposed to a clinical diagnosis of depression, which may
need therapy or medication to control) is to help others.
Remember
to wear old underwear and not to shave your legs for first dates. There
are precious few of us who can't be talked into something, sometime, by
someone. Why risk your self esteem, your health, and your reputation?
Be
safe and remember: no one is going to take care of you but you, so
don't sacrifice your freedom on any terms but your own. You don't need
to become a different person to be worthy of love. If God has someone
in mind for you, that person will be there in the right place and time.
Thanks, Jess! Check back here for a new essay tomorrow--GP.
Comment #7: I love your post! Because it made me realize that the old saying "The grass is greener on the other side" is still true.
I am the exact opposite of you. Well I started out like you - with a voracious appetite for books and knowledge.
But
as I got out "from under the table" and started new things, my thinking
has always been that I should just form one group/network and
concentrate on that. I don't need new friends if my group of friends
are the best I have, or at least working on it to make it by best.
I've
noticed though that the group that I spend all of my energy, and years
of my life, on has ended up deserting me, drifted apart and I was the
only one putting any effort to keep it together. So I moved on and
became a part of a new one, and when that happens again, I moved on and
to another group. Now at 22 years of age, I have exactly one best
friend, who just moved permanently to the Dominican Republic. Besides
her, I have two friends that I would consider "close" but not "best
friends" and I talk to them occasionally.
I realized that I let go
of so many opportunities to get to know new people and when my friends
all go their separate ways, I'm left alone missing them.
So I'm
now trying "to be more of a well-rounded person" by trying new things
and meeting new people. But thank you so much for your post - it made
me realize that no matter what one tries to do with one's life, there
seem always to be something that could have been "better."
I'm
happy with my life - even if in 22 years I only have one best friends
hundred of miles away. Because all those friends did help make me who
me are today.
Great Post! I wish you a happy life!
Comment #8: i think its necessary to find a balance. as
a person who isn't career minded/doesnt care about climbing a career
ladder to get to the top, i say that do what you want. focus more so on
on a few things or go from activity to activity (within reason). just
do whatever you do full heartedly and seek outlets that are full of
integrity, are about more than just serving yourself. we are all
different. you can wander with purpose.
Comment #9: Well, here's the thing man. I feel like a
lot of people in their twenties keep their options open because
honestly, they didn't REALLY want to do what they ended up doing. Me,
for example, I have a passion for art. Without thinking, however, I was
suddenly clear cut on my way to medical school. Recently I've
discovered the career of medical illustration, which seems entirely
right up my alley. This seems like a job that I could go all out in,
and "put all my eggs" into. But if I never had this epiphany and had
gone on my way to study medicine, I'd probably dabble away my twenties
like everyone else.
Comment #10: I disagree with you.. and I do so in a friendly way.
I
see teenagers as those who proudly walk around claiming to know life
already. When they hit their 20's and jump into the real world... thats
when they see they are not as wise as their backyards and schools
allowed them.
So they do one or two things... they freak
out... or they rediscover life and who they are. I dont think you learn
who you are in your teens. Your brain isnt even fully developed yet.
Note: the immature relationships (which they swear they never have),
the speeding tickets, uprotected sex, illegal drinking habits, and the
egocentrism that follows.
Teens ARE kids... parading as adults.
When
they hit college they are not any better... instead now they are
useing loans (or parent's money) either for alcohol, rent, and
occasionally school. How can you focus when all you want to do is
party? And I see that as a "personal choice" (not anything anyone made
you do) or a choice encouraged by our culture where apathy and sloth...
is very cool!
Nevermind the issues of our economy. The job market is not exactly AWESOME at this moment.
Or
the personal issues people must overcome in order to be well rounded or
succesfull. You as, a whole being, are not "done"... not emotionally,
mentally, spiritually, etc. after school There is much life has to
offer and we will change/grow/actualize in the "process".
I
say if youre not in school, you should be working... and if youre not
working improve upon your education. Sometimes you will do both. Or at
times neither... but thats ALSO a learning experience. I've had friends
who were homeless... and it made them appreciate life in a new way when
thye got back on their feet.
The only person that keeps you
from growing up is YOU... you are responsible for your life and
welfare. The truth is, if you dont matture and garner some empathy and
accountability... the only person who will suffer the most, is YOU!
You
might like to take a look at the book called "Guyland" by Kimmel which
discusses some of the points youre talking about. Or watch the
documentary called "Surf Wise".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4Csz6brroc
Im
in favor of people growing up, but how we all do that will vary. Not
"ONE" plan will work for everyone and success is not always measured in
schooling or various jobs. There are more possibilities than that or
how we define ourselves.
Comment #11: I
disagree completely. I believe in following your passion... not just
settling for the first thing you stumble across and struggling for the
rest of your life to be happy with that decision.
I'm glad I didn't
choose something when I was in my early 20s and stick with it. I would
have missed out on so much, and I would be miserable. I didn't know
who I was back then! It wasn't until my later 20s when I started to
get a really good grasp on who I was and what I wanted out of life.
Don't
diss the journey by focusing so much on the outcome. If I live 100
years, I'd rather spend 50 of them finding out who I am than 80
struggling to wedge myself into a life that doesn't fit anymore.
Comment #12: This was excellent. I think it is really
good food for thought. I am not sure I completely agree as the way my
life has unfolded has been very different than what you describe and I
feel for me I have made the right choices. Instead of pursuing career
and relationship, I pursued knowing God and growing a person. And I am
very very glad. My path has felt like putting my hand in his and
walking with him, through the unknown, through briers and dark spots
and craziness, till finally the path started to take form and I
discovered I was going in a direction I would have never dreamed could
be mine and was beyond my wildest imagination. And it is onl the
beginning. I may not be married, but at least I'm not with someone I'm
not passionate about and am not on the verge of divorce. And I may not
have a super career, but in the lack of a job describing my life for
me, I have been open to the right opportunities when they have come
along. It is one thing to be indecisive. It is another to realize
that figuring out who you are can take time, especially if it is done
well. And sometimes good enough and right now isn't the best choice if
it keeps you feeling safe and gives an excuse for not pursuing your
real and impossible dreams. Impossible does happen.
So then, feel free to share with us here how dabbling has improved your life as well.