Friday, September 25, 2009

TGIF? Not for some singles ...

It’s the end of another work week and, while everyone else is practically giddy with anticipation of the looming weekend, you’re slowly suffocating in a sea of dread. If you look forward to Fridays with about the same enthusiasm you reserve for dental appointments and unclogging a shower drain, don’t despair – there are plenty of singles out there who feel the same.

For many of us solo souls, Sleep-in Saturdays and Lazy Sundays kind of lose their appeal in the wake of two long days alone without the distraction of work. When you only have yourself to think of end-of-week errands seem to get done in record-breaking times. While this is greatif your main concern is efficiency, it’s actually a real drag when you’re trying to FILL rather than FREE UP 48 hours of dead time.

When couples find themselves temporarily apart on weekends they seem to really savour their “alone time.” Not so when “alone” is your constant state. While a girl who, upon finding herself at home alone while her boyfriend visits his parents, revels in the time she can spend catching up on her reading, controlling the remote and eating crackers in bed, the single girl – without an expiration date set on her alone time – views the same pastimes with considerable less luster.

There she is. Alone. With. Nothing. To. Do.

Doing nothing is fantastic – wonderful – when you have someone to do it with. No plans for Friday night? No problem! We’ll just grab a pizza and watch some bad TV (the networks know everyone worth entertaining is too busy to tune in on Friday night). As anyone who’s passed the two-year mark with a partner knows, weekends aren’t a whirlwind of exciting dates, romantic picnics and art exhibits anymore. They’re about changing light bulbs, cleaning out the lint trap in the dryer and picking up dog food. And that’s a good relationship.

But there’s a bright side. Looking at staying home alone – again – tonight? If the thought fills you with dread and anxiety, change your attitude. Make a conscious date with Stacey and Clinton (watching TLC’s What Not to Wear will ensure that, when you do have exciting plans, you’ll know how to dress yourself for the occasion), grab the ingredients for your fave meal (you know, that weird tofu-vegetarian thing your ex used to fake-vomit at) and a decent bottle of red (you don’t have to share it with anyone but yourself).

Now break it down. Does doing nothing as a “we” really outrank doing nothing as a “me?” Considering no one’s going to be changing the channel to catch the game, making retching sounds while you eat and passing out early on the couch before you can even get to bed – it hardly seems so.

2 comments:

  1. "As anyone who’s passed the two-year mark with a partner knows, weekends aren’t a whirlwind of exciting dates, romantic picnics and art exhibits anymore. They’re about changing light bulbs, cleaning out the lint trap in the dryer and picking up dog food. And that’s a good relationship."

    Good relationships are about making all of the above (exciting dates & housekeeping/errands) work together in harmony for the long haul, having alone "we" and "me" time and yes (gasp) going out with your girl/guy friends for a girl/guy friends only night!!! If that does not interest you that's fair enough...but just know that the coupled people out there as still as human as the singles are.

    Having said that this will be my last official read of your blog as I find the petty generalizations insulting to both singles and none singles. I know I should just laugh it off but I instead I feel sad that you always seem to be attacking the other side. If you were in a couple would you still be writing this?

    Single is fine. Being a couple is fine. Be yourself. Be confident. Be happy.

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  2. we hope you (anonymous, above) don't stop reading and don't stop commenting! your perspective is good - and certainly as valid as our own ...

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Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.