Yeah, I think I’m permasingle, too. Sometimes I worry that when I’m sixty or seventy and the pickings become even slimmer, I’m going to regret not trying to find someone sooner. I dunno.
Mostly everyone in my social circle is paired up. My two single friends aren’t truly–one always has a boyfriend, and the other has a fiancé who is studying abroad.
It can be frustrating trying to make plans with one part of a couple because you have to hope both their schedules are agreeable. Sometimes someone automatically invites their spouse when you were hoping to just have a one-on-one visit. (I don’t dislike any of my friends spouses, but we are not friendly beyond light chitchat, and the dynamic changes. Sometimes I feel like I’m tagging along.) The one who is always entering into new relationships is hard to get a hold of because she’s frequently in that star-struck phase. Plus, I’m noticing a difference in lifestyle between me and my married friends because they’re buying houses and new cars and big screen tvs and vacations… and I don’t have much to say about those subjects.
So what is “Left Behinds” and “Quirky Alones” and why are they bad things?
Hathaway, IMHO, “Left Behind” might be confused with that series of Rapturist Christian books.
“QuirkyAlone” is just too… too… cute and diminishing.
QuirkyAlone takes the darkness and loneliness of being the Last One and reduces it to a picturesque piece of fluff that someone might trim and put in a scrapbook. And there is a QuirkyAlone website too. A quick scan of the front page of the site does not reveal anything too bad; it’s a pity the name undermines it.
We should try to work this in, I think, or maybe compare ourselves with things that are good by themselves. Or work the physics angle. Geeky always helps, IMO.
It’s funny I found this tonight. I was brooding on my singledom earlier this evening. I used to be in a rather committed relationship and my best friend was the third wheel. Now he is in a rather committed relationship, and I am the third wheel. It’s funny how the wheel goes round.
Here’s what I realized tonight: I actually don’t care. I am 27, single, and I don’t care. I’m not happy about it, but I’m not unhappy about it. At peace with it? Very probably.
Anyway, Sunspace, thanks for the overly nautical welcome.
You could adopt the Buddhist philosophy that life is suffering and the only way to be happy is to free oneself from desire. It works for me. And when that doesn’t work, there’s always beer, corndogs, and expensive electronic gadgets.
I just have to say… Wow. I’m really impressed, and exceedingly happy! This is going really well, and I’m glad others have jumped on the bandwagon! As for the eyepatch being the symbol… I’m honored. Very very honored!
Of course, my next question is, how can I help my fellow permasingularities?
Thanks, Sunspace. Yeah, I thought I recognized “Left Behind” but in a different context. QuirkyAlone is an odd name… I don’t know why but it makes me think of a computer program… or the name of a robot in some bad 80s sci-fi movie.
