I write a lot about dating. The ups and the downs. My constant bewilderment. Some may call it cluelessness.
And I write a lot about what it means, to me, to be a single woman in her late thirties.
What I don’t mention often is the loneliness that comes with both those things. I guess because, honestly, I try not to think of it. Sure, I’m lonely sometimes. Probably no more or less than any other person who lives alone. But I try hard not to dwell on it.
I find that the habit of not thinking of loneliness (not thinking about something can become a habit) actually makes me feel lonely less often. Or maybe I’m just fooling myself. I honestly don’t know.
But I’ve read several posts from other bloggers recently who were pondering their own loneliness and it made me think I should ponder my own, publicly.
Here’s some food for thought, for all of us, the loneliest people I’ve even known were not singles. They were in dysfunctional relationships (sometimes marriages). In fact, the loneliest I have ever been was when I was in a relationship.
Anyway, I don’t think there is anything wrong, per se, with being lonely. It’s not the plague or anything.
Tags: 30, lonely, Relationships, single