Don’t have any introspective musings tonight. Well, I do, but they’re not new.
I was at a coffee shop earlier tonight and was audience to two people in their late 40s/early 50s on a date. They were having the “number of partners” discussion (which is a COMPLETELY irrelevant and stupid question that so many people insist on asking) while I was trying not to vomit. Both were divorced (obviously), and both had kids. Something about people dating so late in life just makes me sad. I mean it’s great that they’re out there trying to find love, but you just want people like that to have their lives in order. It’s like my 50 year old hairdresser with a “boyfriend”. 50 year old women aren’t supposed to have boyfriends. They’re supposed to be married with children, and grandchildren on the way. They should have their shit figured out. I guess seeing old people going through the same motions that people my age go through is just a bit disheartening.
Why is my ideal scenario of “a life in order” necessarily a family with children and grandchildren in a cottage with a picket fence? Some people prefer to be free of commitment and travel the world and not have responsibilities, right? Sure, right. But the reason I feel this way is because I think that finding a life partner, your other half, is life’s hardest puzzle to solve. Once you have it solved, you’re basically home free. You should be able to live out the remainder of your life dealing with less wracking problems, like where you should go on vacation, or where you can find a nice spot to go fishing. So when you’re 50, and life has fucked you over with divorce or death, and you have to go out there and deal with the fetid putrid world of dating again, that’s sad.