Being single is often regarded as a temporary status, particularly for women. The myth, of course, is that there’s someone for everyone. If you’re not paired off yet, surely, that’s your ultimate goal. Otherwise, you’re doomed to a life of abject loneliness and despair as a spinster, old maid, or CAT LADY.
Huh, huh? I’ve been single all my life. Yes, I have cats and a dog. But I also have friends. I go out more and am more involved in my community than most of my married friends. I have to. If I want social interaction, I have to go out and find it. It doesn’t come to me. But that’s not a bad thing. That means I have control over my interactions. If I want to be alone, I can be. If I choose to be social, I can do that as well. That’s a lot harder to do when you’re sharing all of your space with someone else.
I don’t want to pass judgment on anyone else’s lifestyle choices. But I would like us to take another look at what is presumed to be normal and mature. And, in so doing, perhaps make it easier for those of us who are outside the mainstream to be accepted and loved just the way we are.
A Single Mind 