I used to get bitter and mad about the day when I was a teenager and into my early twenties. As I grow older I find I'm responsible for my own happiness, no one else is. This is coming from a classic dateless blunderer. I don't understand why I don't get along with people. But I've found that blaming or lashing out at the world around me doesn't solve anything. Nor is it productive. Might be because I'm growing tired of it all. It is easy to be envious of other people and the bonds they seem to share, but it also easy to remember that they also got there through their own strifes and even together will still struggle. Society places too much importance on couple-dom, and it does come across as damning. Especially to those of us who have never had that special bond. In all these years I don't question things like "why am I single?" Because I already know that answer. I can't handle the pain that comes with the strife of creating a relationship. So then the question became "why should this be important to me?" Sex is meaningless to me, however there are times I am some what envious of people struggling to start families, and groaning at the idiots out there who have families and take them for granted.
All in all, for me this day represents a reminder that for me there is only one path to peace and it must be walked alone. I don't think that's a horrible thing any more, but that doesn't make it any easier either. I must shoulder my own burdens. I think, if you cannot do that for yourself, you will be unable to do that for others. I think this, in the event things change.
