Those who are loved and their tendency to not understand.......

Yes, I vent about men, my inability to find a good one. I'm 32 and three quarters old, an age where a whole lot of my friends are married, have children, or in a serious relationship......yet, there is not one inkling of that on the horizon for me. And yes, I am kind of anxious and antsy about that, but not as much as I used to be. But, if you didn't realize or don't know, women can have children but for so long, and really built for childbearing in their younger years. If the eggs that live in my ovaries lasted as long as sperm do, I wouldn't really have to worry about whether I not I will have future progeny, now would I? But that's besides the point.

I am having trouble understanding why those women with husbands, fiances, or excellent boyfriends get irritated with me. It's like, you already have what I want, so what are you so upset for? Do you not think I should want the same? Or at least talk about how I feel about it? It's crazy. I would love to go to Jamaica for my birthday in June, but I refuse to be a third wheel on yet another outing like always. Who the hell wants to sit around and watch couples love on one another......especially when they themselves don't have a significant other???? Yeah, that's cool. I'm going to go with you, watch all of you snuggle and nearly make out, while I'm sitting there twiddling my thumbs, trying not to look at couples not-so-discreetly fondle each other, and wondering if there's any single guys walking around.

I think some people have been loved for so long or have always had a significant other, so they don't know what it's like to be lonely, alone, or just have horrible luck in the dating field. Or, they break up with someone just to hop in another relationship so easily. I try my best to understand. They are incapable of understanding how I feel. They are incapable of understanding how it feels to be unloved. They don't know what it's like to NOT have someone good enough to bring home to your parents, they have no idea how it feels to be so unattached. Nor do I think they realize how completely and utterly horrible the pickings of men are out here today.

I just wish that they'd be a little more understanding, count their blessings, and praise God every single day that they're blessed enough to have a nuturing, loving, significant other, and at least have some type of sympathy for those who haven't found it or may never find it.

Well, that's my two cents for today. Say what you will.