Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Balcony

It’s become chronic, those long balcony talks, that ultimately lead to the same question… WHY?!

I graduated from a masters not so long ago, and the congratulations messages I received just seemed so void of sincerity- may be because at twenty-nine you are supposed to be fitting for a wedding gown instead of a graduation one.

We- and by "we" I mean ladies that are cut from my same fabric- often ask ourselves how come we haven’t been able to find that happy place with that happy person? All we have been doing lately is receiving Facebook wedding invites, attending baby showers and throwing bachelorette parties- and with every single invite we feel like the odd ones out; with every single invite we have less and less in common with more and more women.  We can’t share in the delight of any of those occasions beyond it being an excuse to get dolled up, buy cute little presents or post pictures on Instagram.

But WHY?  Are we intimidating? Are we not fun enough? Are we not submissive enough? Or are we too delicate? Is it our attitude? Or are we just too real? What is it that we can fix so we aren’t sitting on that balcony asking WHY?

I heard someone say recently "oh it's this whole feminist independent movement thing, women are so involved with being better at doing things alone that they forgot the togetherness"- I try to stay above the fray with those kind of discussions, but he may have a point. The "togetherness" is slowly fading, and the "me-ness" is taking over. But then I heard someone else say it's all about the "human connection" and it hit me like the cold bucket of ice that was keeping our wine cool, it is not the togetherness, or the feminine movement, or whatever other label that's being slapped around, it is the human connection.We are in search of that- not a check list, not a fatal attraction, simply a human connection. 

So may be the question is a rhetorical one. There is nothing to fix, there is nothing to change. Because ultimately it will happen- we will be the ones sending out invites, planning weddings and watching our baby bumps grow. But until then we will continue to sit on that balcony and wonder WHY?!


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