When I read this over, I got to thinking that some of my readers are probably tired of me going on and on about myself, my feelings, my beliefs, and my ideas. To these readers, I say first that I don’t encourage consistent, widespread, or active readership for the very reason that I find it extremely hindering to worry about what my readers might think. Secondly, I have made it quite clear that this blog is not a representation (or even a reasonable sampling) of everything I think about or consider important. It is at present nothing more than a psychological gate through which I offload matters which are weighing on my active thought patterns so that I can more easily concentrate on other things. So don’t read too much into this.
I do not really enjoy exploring my own mind. I find the ideas and personality of others far more interesting. However, I do find it necessary to do a fair bit of self-assessment of my own psychology before I can perform my life tasks with any degree of clarity and efficiency. A portion of the “relationship” folder of my psychological profile follows:
Over the course of my life, I’ve had four distinct attitudes toward being single.
- None.
- That it’s something to be ashamed of and avoided at all costs.
- That it is the only thing that makes any sense for anyone.
- That while romance is beautiful, I, personally, am quite content to remain single.
The first stage lasted throughout my childhood. Romance was something for grown-ups. Of course, there were certain girls I thought prettier or funnier than others, and sometimes imagined what it would be like when (at that time, “if” had not yet entered my vocabulary with respect to the future), to get married and raise a family. But, these were nothing more than daydreams. The day-to-day thinking, when it came to girls was how best to annoy or frighten them.
But, the time came when pulling pigtails and dropping spiders down backs gave way to a deep awe and respect for this wondrous and inexplicable creature known as woman. I had some degree of a crush on virtually every girl I spent any amount of time with, and felt incredibly jealous of my friends who were even then beginning to “pair off,” as my parents would put it. Deep down, I knew I wasn’t mature enough to make an actual relationship work and it was silly of me to pine away for the girlfriend I didn’t have. I knew it was merely the status of not being single that I desired most and the girl herself was almost an afterthought. I recognized the selfishness, shallowness, and immaturity of these feelings and resolved to subdue them with a conscious effort.
Unfortunately, the implementation details of this effort did not take the form of healthy patience awaiting the arrival of emotional maturity. Angered by several early relationship failures, I drew on my extremely well-developed willpower to adjust my entire conception of relationships. Rather than accepting that my current position in life was less than ideal and learning to deal with it, I simply altered my conception of the ideal to match my present situation. After a couple of years of practice, I had thoroughly convinced all but my most private self that the entire concept of romantic love was silly and ill-advised. Moreover, I had undertaken such an extensive redirection of my feelings that I believed myself totally incapable of experiencing or participating in romance in any meaningful sense. On good days, this deduction did nothing but to strengthen my convictions that love was a waste of time. On bad days, this conclusion depressed me beyond description because it indicated a fundamental flaw in my makeup that rendered inaccessible many of the experiences defining what it means to be human.
This state of mind persisted for a good many years. I have many weaknesses, but irresoluteness is not one of them. Once I resolve to head in a direction, I pay little heed to obstacles, roadblocks, warning signs, or brick walls. Unless I become thoroughly convinced my original decision was in grave error, it is not until I have exhausted all possibilities and have nearly killed myself attempting the impossibilities that I will throw up my hands and punch in a new heading. It sounds silly to say, but I think that it was my love of movies, more than anything else that brought about a reassessment of my anti-romance attitudes. I don’t remember what film it was — or even the particular scene, but I remember my eyes welling up for the first time in years and allowing a flood of beautiful emotions to wash over me. As time went by, I slowly began to come to grips with the fact that two humans falling in love was something inherently magnificent — like a sunset or a well-crafted poem, but beautiful on a deeper, almost spiritual level.
Perhaps my years of practiced observation and disdain for people unwilling to appreciate life without a mate has obscured my perception of myself. Or, perhaps God has loaned me a bit of maturity on a discretionary basis to see what I will do with it. Either way, I am very pleased that my recognition and acknowledgement of the beauty of romance has not been accompanied by any strong feelings of discontent with regard to my current singleness or singleness in my foreseeable future. Of course, I will continue developing meaningful relationships with the people that come into my life. Singleness clearly need not be aloneness, and I refuse to be ashamed of it! I am not resolved to remain single, but I am quite determined to remain content in and grateful for my life with the people I love, whether or not that group ever includes a wife.
