Ought to at least admit it in public intentionally once or twice...
Happy Birthday to Me Yesterday.
30 Years old.
Not entirely how I thought I'd be, but I'm pretty satisfied with life. Work is good, church is good, I'm able to take care of myself, I'm financially independant, able to care for numerous four-legged kids that love me wholly.
Recently in a meeting I went to, I was sarcastically asked, "Well, that is a good question. If you're nearly 30, and not married, what's wrong with you?"
I sneered, and responded, "You had the courage to ask, and now you get to endure the answer."
"I was raised to be independant, to be able to care for myself. So I chose to focus on getting a good education & career first. I have chosen not to accept a guy that can't handle my education & ambition. Regionally, most men seem to want a girl that's wholly dependant on him to provide. I was taught to take care of myself, and so that's what I'm doing."
The lady that asked looked shocked that #1 I took her seriously, #2 I had a good answer to her question. I'd like to say I felt bad for my sharp answer, but the question was inappropriate, and I don't do well answering such personal questions to someone I don't really know. She doesn't know where I came from, how I was raised, nor what I've endured in my short life. Without this background, it's an assumption I must be socially unacceptable if I'm not "married up with kids running all around."
So Happy Birthday to me. I'm as independant as I want to be, don't really answer to anyone, and I've got plenty of companionship around me without a guy in the house to mess up the bathroom or leave dirty socks at the front door. =)
1 comment:
Okay, couldn't resist responding here, too!
I was among the very happily unmarried until last year. I'm mid-30's, and I'd made it that far without needing or wanting a significant other cluttering my nicely ordered existence. Imagine my surprise when I met someone who actually makes life a bit... well, not easier, less complicated, more comfortable or whatever other rosy tags one might apply, but he fits, somehow. He isn't necessary to my existence, but I guess he's mine now, dirty socks and all, and he gets to put up with all my books, saddles, and opinions.
But, I wasn't looking and I was certainly happy alone.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, good for you if you're happy with your life just the way it is, and don't let anyone tell you differently!
And a very happy (belated) birthday for whatever it's worth from a complete stranger, by the way :)
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