And Another Thing

Another gripe I have, while I’m at it, is about those books and movies where the central character suffers the same. In this scenario, her friends are all concerned because she won’t put herself back "out there," because she’s too scared to "try again." Apparently, at some time in the past, all of said friends had gone to great lengths to fix up this girl and for reasons that are usually unclear, the central character has "dropped out" of the dating scene and half-heartedly protests that she is "happy with the way my life is now" (I’m reciting verbatim - that’s what all the quotation marks are about) and why can’t everyone just see that she is truly content and just let her be.

I find this patently unbelievable, mainly because whose friends have the freaking time to worry about you because, while you’re happy, you’re not seeing anybody?? Um, hello, you’re doing good if your friends worry about you when you’re headfirst in a gallon of Ben and Jerry’s and are mainlining cheap wine. But you’re happy - forget about it. If you’re doing good, then they’re going to need you to listen to all of THEIR problems.

Everyone is way too caught up in their own dramas and tragedies to worry about someone who is just fine. The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it seems.

Of course, maybe I’m just jealous and a wee bit bitter. Because not a one of my friends has voiced concern because I’m not back "out there." Admittedly, I haven’t single all that long. And I guess that since, I have been on a Date I am technically “out there.” But still.