Being single is hard. I know, marriage is hard, too. But being single is just obnoxious. It may be a stretch to say that we are created for marriage, but somehow being single still feels like I’m missing something. I don’t just mean sex, though I do include that. It’s all the other stuff. Having someone to do life with on a daily basis, someone who is closer than a roommate can be. Having someone to provide for and take care of. And having someone make fun of me for ending sentences in prepositions because I just don’t want to think it through more thoroughly…and because I’m from Texas. Having a reason to make work feel like I’m doing more than just paying bills to continue a cycle of working to pay bills.
If nothing else, my generation and those that follow are impatient to the core. We want fast food, fast cars, fast computers, and fast answers. Even those that are willing to cook at home just go to the store and buy food. We don’t have to plant crops, wait for them to grow, and trust that there will be enough to last until the next harvest season. We have what we want, when we want it. And it’s killing us.
