Last week, I turned 23. It was kind of a big deal.
A big deal in the sense that most of my friends who are 23 or older are in serious, happy, marriage-bound relationships and I am not.
Shocker, I’ve just finally realized this.
I don’t necessarily feel the need to rush to find someone, more or less believing I’ll find the right person when the timing is right.
However, I’ve noticed that the questions have become a little more prevalent in conversations with friends and family as to if I’m “seeing anyone” or if I’ve “found anyone,” always asked with caring, slightly-sad, yet-possibly-optimistic-depending-on-my-response eyes.
I once joked with a friend that I’d get serious about finding someone once I turned 25, a search which he dubbed “husband hunting.”
But, jokes aside, what happened to the fairy-tale romances that you hear about where you meet someone and fall for them, no hunt involved. Do they even exist in a world as fast-paced as ours?
With our new crazy schedules that rarely involve 9 to 5, lifestyles that barely resemble those of our parents and social lives that revolve around cell phones, social media sites and e-mail, I don’t know if it does.
Or at least it doesn’t in the context Disney portrays and 1950′s romance soirees.
And if it’s out there for me, it’s yet to sweep me off my feet. And I refuse to settle until it does.
I also refuse to make up scenarios where I construe feelings I don’t have into feelings I do, or worse yet construe events that have happened into a better situation with more favorable outcomes.
With a divorce rate of nearly 60 percent in our country, I believe it’s okay to fess up to what you’re feeling and what has actually happened before becoming a statistic.
And until I do get swept off my feet, I’m content working on my career, being with my friends and family and just having fun being me.
No settling involved.