My name is Lindsay. *Hi Lindsay.* I’m 21 years old and I’m single.
In the wake of several engagements/marriages of friends within the past few months, I find myself needing a support group for the perpetually single. However, being surrounded by people as downtrodden as myself probably wouldn’t be the best solution. I do enough whining and self-deprecating on my own.
What the majority of the population (at least in my opinion) fails to realize is that single people – especially females – don’t want or need to be told that he or she is a great catch, or that the perfect person is out there. While we single people realize that these comments are made in the best of intentions, we really don’t want to hear it. If he or she is such a great catch, why is he or she still single? Do you know who this perfect person is and have you met them? There is *no guarantee* that everyone will end up married (i.e. Sharyn Dowd and Eileen Hulme – two of the most AMAZING women I’ve ever encountered). Unless you have the perfect person’s phone number, we (single people) don’t want to hear it.
You have to understand something. When a girl is 21 years old with absolutely no history of the male gender being interested in her for anything but friendship, it’s hard to believe that she really is a great catch or that the perfect person is out there for her. You’re working against a history of rejection and failure, two of the most difficult things to overcome.
I’m not trying to garner sympathy from the limited population that might read my blog. I’m just trying to tell how it really is; however, I am at the point in my life where I don’t think I could ever properly verbalize how I feel or why.
Let me put it this way: It’s not heart-break that the single person deals with. As time goes on, it becomes soul-break. I know that may not make a lot of sense, and you can give me all the religious/theological reasons why that’s wrong, but it’s true. Believe me, I know.