Posted by just plain jane on November 21, 2004, at 21:23:21
In reply to This time it is over (I swear), posted by alexandra_k on November 18, 2004, at 0:04:30
Cool. All over. Done. Finito. Caput.
That's how I figure myself to be with romance, period.
Hi, my name is Jane, I'm 49 and I'm a lunatic.I'm not the slightest bit interested in women, and I've come to the conclusion that I have come to my conclusion on men. I am not suited to sharing my life with any of them.
I've known innumerable men - guys, buddies, mostly non-romantic, non-sexual, but several of the opposite, too. I cannot think of one with whom I could share my life, because:
1) I am me. No matter how hard or long I have tried to be other than just me, I always come home to myself, just plain jane, me.
2) Given 1), men (a severe opinionated generalization) do not want a me, they want a her, or a woman they can squeeze, cajole, manipulate, seduce, et cetera into what they THINK they want, and then decide that's not what they wanted after all so now they hate her and want another model.
3) Tried peers, older, younger, intellectual, backwards, proper and sleazy, they all end up the same eventually. I am me and they can't make me be someone/thing else.
3.5) I cannot need them, they do not want me.
4) I used to feel I had to want a SO, until I realized, just recently, that I don't care. It was an idea planted years ago by society, usurping what I really love in the crusade to make me fit in.
"Cuz, baby, I can't hang upon no lover's cross for you." Jim Croce
It hit home way back when he wrote it and it still does.And how is all this crappola relevant to you?
Maybe not, but it was inspired by your statement"I am only 26. Sigh. I hope I sort it out before I die all lonely... "
just plain jane
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