I wonder which decade people generally think of the most negatively from within their own life. I don’t mean decades like we choose to define through music, movies and culture. But rather when you yourself are a teenager, a twenty-something, in your thirties ad infitum.
It’s easy to say as an (almost) 25 year old that my twenties are shaping up to be the most wearying yet. Not in a mental-health way, but in a day-to-day way; especially, when compared to the lives of others both younger and older.
I have a ridiculous number of friedsn who have been getting married; some seemingly randomly and others after years of long-term relationships. This has of course been happening for years – but it didn’t matter when I was 18 or 22. Now, on the cusp of 25, it feels a lot more like being left alone on the dock.
This post came about due to yet another infuriating online dating experience. Despite paying for a Catholic site, I communicated with a local, Catholic teacher who seemed to have similar tastes to me (horror movies etc.) via a general, non-Catholic website/app.
It all seemed to be going well; along the same wavelength and all that. We originally agreed to meet before the Christmas break but as she was technically from Ireland, we rescheduled for the new year.
Well, it’s now 2017. I’ve since messaged her twice (having been given her phone number) and have received no response at all despite the communications having been read. I’ve heard all the usual platitudes – “she’s busy”, “she’ll reply soon” and “she’s forgotten – try again.”
In effect, I’m tired of looking for women and feeling like that one last salmon who made a ridiculous journey only to find no mate. I’m also completely tired of almost getting somewhere through online dating but never actually meeting the person in real life. What is the point in all this malarkey if it never breaches the real world?
With a weather eye on the future, ’til the next time.