With the holiday season comes all those warm fuzzy feelings
that often lead to the more single of us to wish Santa would bring us someone
with whom we can share a series of eggnog-soaked activities. I can’t lie
(obviously since I’ve over-confessed much to you fine people for the past two
years), I’ve had my “All I want for Christmas is you, whoever you may be,
because I have only a very generic idea of you in my mind” moments.
I get doubly nailed with single awareness events given the fact that my
birthday is this month as well. Which means I’m just one year closer to
throwing myself a wedding-themed birthday
party. (Not really. That’s just frightening.)
But I still adore this time of year with every tinsel of my
being. And I can continue to embrace it whether unattached or in a relationship
that lies in the balance just one thoughtless gift away from tipping in the
wrong direction. The fact is being unattached this time of year does allow me
to spend every moment of Advent the way I so choose. After all being in a
relationship means splitting the holidays between two sets of families,
companies, friends, etc. So, I get to selfishly go to Christmas parties where
I’m not forced to make conversation with someone else’s gawky coworkers or
prove myself to a volatile room full of potential in-laws.
But even if I experienced the crippling loneliness that is
apparently suppose to overcome me this time of year, I don’t think I would take
this route
to remedy the problem. I understand (or hope) that there is humor intended in
his proposal. But it’s still a li’l skeevey. Especially considering the fact
that he is clearly playing on the insecurities of women who look for men on Craig’s List
(she’s sexy, you know it’s true because she said it three times in the first
two sentences). Ok, I shouldn’t judge. It’s online dating, the same as the
sites I’ve tried, I suppose. But with a more abbreviated process and absolutely
no security measures in place. (And fewer options ostensibly as every last one
of the girls is either curvy or 120 lbs.)
Really I have no main theme (as illustrated by the complete
lack of continuity) for this post other than the fact that it’s the Christmas
season and I’m supposed to feel terribly alone and yet somehow I don’t this
year. I guess I’m just railing against the expectation that I am required to
loathe all things merry and bright because I’m single. The number of articles
and Christmas specials that suggest my icy single heart must be so depressed
this time of year (the Grinch being president of the lonely hearts club, of
course) greatly outnumber any that suggest that this season means more than
something singletons have to get through.
I’m not even sure why it has to be about being coupley. There’s
Valentine’s for that. Sure it’s about family and looooove, but believe it or
not, predictable media, single people have families too. We also have friends
to love and share special Christmas moments with. So there! We’re not going to
get down about our missing sleigh rider partners just because you (and sorta
last-year me) say we should. We will do more than persevere. We will thrive and
remember that the reason for the season (yeah I went with the Christian cliché)
was single too. Heck yeah! And, as an added bonus, He loves us more than any
husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend or pet cat ever could.
Personally, I think remembering that could serve me well no
matter what time of year it is. The understanding that no real validation will
come from anything outside of Him makes finding someone re-enact creepy Christmas carols*
with seem much less important.
*This is actually one of my favorite Christmas songs even if
it is a bit
date rapey
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