I’ve been thinking about writing this post for some time, following a conversation with a male cousin of mine. Touching upon the subject of looking for potential spouses for one of our cousins, I mentioned to him that I hoped something good happened soon. “It will, I can sense good things are in store for her”. Rather surprised at his quite sentimental words, I asked him, if he predicted anything for me. He hesitated, briefly…..but I caught it. “Are you wanting to settle down?”, he asked.
This is the unfortunate reality, as a women, for when you try to live your life. To the outside, I am living a fairly care-free life. Rather than wallow, I left. I live life fairly independently because I have to. I smile because there’s no point in crying. I appear strong because nobody can help when I feel weak. If I was a man, living the way I do, I would never have been asked the question above. As a female, I was.
I’ve learnt to hold back a little when people’s comments irritate me and try to answer calmly. “Ofcourse I do. We’re not made to live alone and I crave companionship”. That was my civil answer. My male counterpart would never have to give an answer because it would be granted that a man cannot live without sex. Yet a woman is different because we can? A woman of course does not have the biological makeup in her that craves intimacy!
I’m long past feeling hurt by anybody’s comments. I can appreciate that if somebody who is related to me thinks along those lines then I have very little hope for anybody else to think differently.