Maintaining Happiness While Single
I’ve learned that I don’t need a man necessarily. I’ve learned that my happiness isn’t solely based on the fact that I need man in my life per say. I’ve had my fair share of men and what I’ve come to learn is that, none of them have ever made me happy! I was raised in a religious Christian household and my teen years and early 20’s were spent residing in the Bible belt south of America. I was brought up to desire to want to settle down and have a family. Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with that, but what I’ve come to learn from moving away from all that I’ve ever known, is that I deserve better than just settling with some uneducated loser! As I moved to California in my later 20’s and then move into San Francisco, I learned that I had quite a bit of catching up to do on a professional level and socially.
It did take a couple of years of once I managed to settle in and learn how to attend tech events where food and alcohol would be free and free movie screenings. Wow, there sure is a WHOLE different kind of world out there! I wish I knew about all these things sooner because as I’ve advised certain younger people, if they catch on to all these things that are happening for free in front of them, they can be “rich”. Some persons have caught on to the idea, some have not!
Is it wrong to desire something better? No, it’s not!
I’ve loved, I’ve lost. I know what it’s like to lose everything. I do come off as bitter, but it’s because I’ve had a rough life. But overall, I’m content on being single in the mean time. I have learned that no man can make me happy. Life isn’t about sex, life is about life and doing all the good things to the full. I learned that I had to literally move completely away from all that I ever knew to learn about life and my personal endless possibilities of success.
I learned that douche bags are everywhere and come in all races and ages. Sure, I currently live next door to one of the most handsome guys I’ve seen in the longest time, but his personality sucks and as a friend described it: looks are a 10 but personality is a ZERO! He’s a dapper fella which is how I got swooned in the first place because it reminds me of the kind of guys I was raised around in New York when I was a kid. He seemed too good to be true, and sure enough he wasn’t much different than any other guy I’ve met in San Francisco. In the end he’s a jerk like EVERY other heterosexual male transplant to the city, although he did do something for me that would make any sappy chick like myself fall in love with him! The one time I didn’t ask even though he’s convinced I did, he did something for me and it wasn’t a sexual thing at all, which made the situation better! Of all times, it wasn’t just any type of matter, it was serious and NOTHING like when he takes his friends and significant others to work and other places. I am more grateful for the one thing he’s ever done for me than a hundred times fold of what he does for others on a consistent basis and I know they don’t express and show appreciation. But enough about younger “George Clooney”!
No matter where I move to, men are the same, and none have treated me with respect. I know that I have to respect myself first before a decent man comes along and will show respect to me. Too many women have lowered their standards which have instigated the majority of men to mistreat women overall. Looking at life a little differently as a single person brings joy rather than misery of desiring to be with someone that will never make me content and happy.