I had never quite thought about calculating old-maid-hood this way.
That definitely tends to be a more depressing way of thinking about things.
I wonder if it's women being depressed at being unchosen that's part of the Curse, or if the cursed part is men who don't take initiative.
If the tree-in-the-garden incident is any indication, it's probably a combination of equal parts whiny women willfully believing lies and wimpy men hiding behind trees.
Maybe this is a false analogy (not to mention a hasty generalization). Where are my logic students when I need them . . .
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ouch. If that's the standard, I was an old maid a long time ago.
I won't dispute that you're old, but I have serious problems with the idea of your being a "maid"... the girls have the short end of the stick where the importance of age is concerned.
According to this, I'm an old maid. I would have had to be married over a year ago in order to avoid becoming an old maid. I'm glad I didn't get married then (not that I had any opportunities to do so). I'm not that desperate for a husband.
I have loved as purely and truly as, I believe, any human could love. And I could tell you several very sad stories. Somewhere down there I'm still a hopeless romantic. Maybe that's why the pain hurts so. I know I'm not the only guy with this story, so before you cast too many stones at guys behind trees, know that. Sorrow seems to be a pretty widespread human ailment, and I don't really know of any antidote but Christ and eternal life. I still believe we can find plenty of joy in life, but I can hardly wait for what lies beyond the grave.
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