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YOU ARE THE REASON
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[A large and fluffy dog is sleeping on a porch. A tiny grey bird is bouncing around on the dog, stealing its fur. Its tiny beak is full of dog floof. The dog is totally still and does not appear to have noticed the thief.]
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I'm 25 And I'm Still A Virgin... So What?
Okay, so the title is a lie.
I’m still 24.
(3 days. 25 in 3 days. Close enough.)
I read an article a few weeks ago about a woman who waited till she was 25 to loose her virginity. She briefly chronicled the struggle of being perpetually single, the ridicule for having to wait so long, and how when she finally met a nice guy and knew it was “time,” that the experience heightened who she was as a person, and made her feel less invaluable and unwanted.
As stories like this one typically do, it stuck with me. The woman was an smart communicator. She was funny, her words made sense. She owned her opinion and was honest abut her experience, and as someone who is at the point in her life (and her writing) where she’s done with trite BS, I respect the hell out of that.
But it made me sad.
Not sad for her so much, as much as it made me sad for everyone reading her story, sad for our society, sad for myself. Sad that even something like sex has become yet another thing we’ve put on cultural timeline, a non-existent yet ardently obeyed checklist of “things to do before we turn [X]”, and how if we don’t accomplish those things, we’ve somehow failed at life and need to work harder to unlock those achievements before we hit the next [X] on the socially constituted agenda.
We treat our lives and our experiences like bread going stale, rather than wine that improves idly in the barrel.
I’m 24, and I’m a virgin.
Shoot. I’m 24, and I’ve never been kissed.
I’ve never been asked out by a nice guy. The kind of guy who doesn’t make a crude comment about my exterior assess outside a gas station at 10:00 at night.
(PSA FOR MEN: “Baby Girl, you’re worth that 93” is not a winning pick-up line. It’s creepy and we’ll use our pepper spray on you. #TheMoreYouKnow)
As 19 turned into 21, and 21 turned into 23, I was angry at myself for not having met a nice guy, or landed my dream job, or traveled to Europe, or done anything of significance in this life that either myself or anyone else would look at and say deeply mattered. My heart would sink as I’d watch all my friends on Instagram get married and have babies and move into their perfect one story, 2 ½ bath minimalist houses. I wondered which memo I missed, which class I flunked, why the all eyeliner and baking and blogging still wasn’t working to get me where I want to be.
Comparison comes in two waves. First envy, then when you realize you change change something, self-hatred.
We get mad at the result of our own choices. We hold high standards and refuse to settle for mediocre things, but when the waiting gets hard, and it feels like our patience has worn too thin, that little voice that screams to society starts to scream at us too. You start to feel less like the wine and more like the bread. We get mad at wanting to be different, to break the norm, to blaze our own trail, because the trail we’re told we’re supposed to follow looks so fail safe.
We get mad at being 24-year-old virgins because we’re told it’s not good to be 24-year-old virgins.
24 has been hard. Stupid hard. I moved four time (twice across the country) and lost a majority of my friends. I went through five jobs and was still broke through most of them. The year I dedicated to writing more frequently has been the year where I’ve been the most (unwillingly) silent. Depression grabbed my heart and wouldn’t let go. I can’t seem to figure God out. Most of the time, I’m fighting with whether or not He still wants me.
There was no perfect job, or perfect apartment, or perfect guy, or perfect little Christian experience.
AND THAT’S OKAY.
Because what 24 did TEACH me, is that I’m worth more than the number society places on me, or often lower, the number I place on myself. I’m worth more than check marks on [X]s or what I have or haven’t done yet.
My value isn’t found in what I’ve done, but in how I choose to live.
I’m not lesser than someone who has experienced more life than me, but someone of value because I’ve experienced a different version of it.
And who knows, maybe 25 will be different. I’ll get a few more checks and hit a few more [X]s.
Or maybe I’ll be the 25-year-old virgin.
That’s fine by me.
Are we the same person...?
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In case you were wondering, I've lost a ton of weight, I paid off my student loans, and completed my second half marathon today!
Esther: “Was Stephen at Mass?”
Me: “No.”
Esther: “Maybe he was and you didn’t see him? Wait- you probably would have seen him.”
Me: “You don’t think I clock every single young man at Mass?”
The priest this past weekend preached about being in this waiting period. I honestly don't remember what he said about it. But that's exactly where I am. Three months until my loans are done. One week until I move. Indefinite until I find a husband. I do remember him telling three stories. One about a woman who gave her all when she had none. One about a boy on a long boring train ride who had a joyful heart because his dad was at the end. And I forget the first. All related to the resurrection. I'm on that long boring train ride.
Anybody want to eat dinner with me? #lonely #craving a certain meal #massachusetts
Im so excited to be with my future husband because I have so much love built up in my heart and Im gonna love him so much and so hard that he wont even believe it
I think I speak for the men of the world when I say we need this
Prayers needed
Just going through some tough times. Thanks!
Anybody awake? Send me a message, it’s a lonely one.
Hi! You can do it!
“What’s your biggest strength?” “Confidence.” “What’s your biggest weakness?” “Arrogance.”
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The arm was designed and built just for Isabella by Team Unlimbited volunteer Stephen Davies. On average, prosthetics cost more than $10,000. However, an e-Nable limb ranges from $50 to $150 in price, which means more people can get prosthetic devices!
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File under: when modern advances in technology don’t scare me at all
It’s always okay to take a break from kindness to remind someone they got you fucked up
So applicable
Soul mates make life so fulfilling. Tag your soulmate!
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I can tell I'm losing weight again because I'm getting the chills and always cold. Or it could be because it dropped thirty degrees in one day. And is snowing.
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