Sometimes Screaming Helps

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March 4, 2012 by Sarah Joslyn Leave a Comment

I find there is a war inside of me and it is painful to choose sides.

You’d think from that description I am struggling with something very important.

I am not.

I am struggling with being 26 and single, but not for the reason most would think I am. I am not struggling with loneliness (at least, I don’t think so).

I am struggling with the expectations of a single woman in my society (American Small Town) and my sub-culture (The Church). And I have two conflicting thoughts about my singleness:

1. I am not broken because I am single.
2. Being single is not my choice. It is not my fault. I do not push men away (at least I don’t think I do), but for now they seem disinterested.

I find these days that when I am alone in my room painting or writing or pendant-making or praying or watching t.v. or eating I am not lonely or dreaming about my future boyfriend or fiancé or husband or anything like that. And when I am out on an adventure with Ben or Keegan or Rachael I am not thinking about my future spouse at those times either. Sometimes I wonder about what it will be like to actually bother to settle down and collect furniture and decorate the walls and adopt kids, but even then I am not thinking about who I am to settle down with.

I don’t think this is a problem.

Actually, I think this is quite lovely. And free. And content. This is not to say that if a lovely, single, bearded, Jesus-loving man asked me out I would say no. I would definitely say yes. I am content, but I’m not dead.

But then I spend time with my lovely married friends and their lovely, sticky, grubby children and the war begins.

I am asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?” they query.
“Nobody asked.”
“Oh they will. The right guy will come along,” they assure me.

I’m not sure when I started getting insecure about the “right guy coming along,” but I think it directly correlates to the number of times I’ve had this conversation.

Or there is my personal favorite: “We just want you to be happy.”
I’m sorry, did I give the impression I was unhappy? my bad.

And eventually over time I have begun to justify my singleness even without being asked. It’s as if I have to walk into a room and explain that I am okay. And that makes me wonder if I am okay? Am I convincing you or me or both?

But here’s the thing: I’m okay.
Nope, haven’t been asked out recently.
Yep, kinda makes me paranoid that it won’t ever happen.
Nope, it’s not going to stop me from making plans and having adventures.
Yep, sometimes I am convincing myself that I’m okay.

And my struggle finds me wondering where I fit in this thing we call The Church. This place where so much emphasis is put on marriage and child-rearing. Did you know that Jesus never married? (Okay, that’s not really fair because the church is his bride so he’s pretty much married a billion times over, shoot.)

Am I counted out because I’m the single hippie girl that sits in the back doing art with watercolors and spit?

I don’t think so.

And when I am, well, screaming helps.

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