Everyone has the right to their personal sentiments. Believe me, I’m as opinionated as the next gal. I firmly believe that we are made up wholly of our thoughts, ideas, impressions, and beliefs. They make us who we are.
So here’s the “Big But.” Yours are yours. Mine are mine. Judgment free. I shouldn’t have to live up to your ideals of how you think I should be. I spent a long time trying to meet other people’s expectations of me – not only is it exhausting, I also lost myself in the process.
It never ceases to amaze me that people are so heavy-handed with the judgmental, unsolicited counsel. Even a slight deviation from the societal norm is met with palpable disapproval. Square pegs are not allowed because everyone is expected to neatly fit in a predetermined round hole. (Too bad, this girl has edges!)
Where is this all coming from? There seems to be an overwhelming opinion that because I smile, because I’m happy, because I’m finally feeling better about myself, because I’m socializing, that means I should actively be holding auditions for the next Mr. Forever. I was told flat out by someone I normally consider thoughtful, judicious and compassionate, that if there was no “future” with the Pretty Blue-Eyed Irish Boy, then I should cut him loose… (Am I holding some mystical leash?)
The reality is, no we’re not going to get married, buy a house in the burbs and produce the requisite 2.5 offspring. In fact, he’ll never even be The Boyfriend. I’m happy with that. So is he. We’re having a good time; it’s transparent, pressure free and honestly it’s all either of us are available for at this moment in time. Why ever does it bother you?
Alas, in the immortal words of the ever direct and honest Calvin… if you don’t like it, stay out of my face.