This article got me thinking. I have been very adamant in my stand that I don’t need a man. (The Pussycat Dolls song could very well be my theme song.)
I have been wary about trusting people, and trusting someone with my heart seems like a really big risk. It never seemed to be a wise move.
I thought I had it good - family, good friends, groups of acquaintances, a stable job, various insurance policies and savings. I’m doing pretty well for a 23-year-old, and by my calculations, I’m sure I can survive on my single income.
Having a relationship just adds unnecessary drama in my busy, packed-to-the-brim life. A husband is a good to have, not a need.
But after reading this article (click on link in title), I looked back at all my male relationships. Not needing a man is very different from not wanting a man. It seems that in self-preservation, I have just rendered the worth of men to obsolete. There is no way a man can value add my life. I don’t want them to mess the good life I have.
That is erroneous. I remember my dad waiting for me at the train station late at night. I remember Ash (and Pet) who walked me home when I was new in Brisbane and was worried about my safety coming home late. I remember Tarj who would send Pet and me home if church ended late at night. I rem Jon who insisted on walking Ling and me home when we visited his city, because there were strange people loitering. And the list goes on.
While I am grateful, technically, I could have lived without those help. I believe that every person has a unique flavour of caring that sets hearts at ease in different ways. And with my male friends, it was the comfort and reassurance of being cared for in a way that I knew I would be protected if anything happened.
I know I don’t need a man to complete me, but I am less resistant about wanting a man to add a bit of colour to my life.