Lists... or the lack of them

I am Afrikaans. And normally proudly so, until the Afrikaans music cd's get advertised on Television...

Without it having been said or bashed into my skull, the accepted road my life would take was:
1. Finish school.
2. Find a job (ANY job will suffice).
3. Find a man.
4. Make sure the Man wants to marry you.
5. Marry the Man.
6. Produce at least two heirs (try for one of each gender for balance).
7. Die.

Nowhere in all of this is there accommodation for an alternate. This is the touchstone to a happy life. If you can bag a rich man, so much the better. Growing up, the ultimate catch was a doctor.
It is fascinating that none of my high school Facebook friends are single. All Afrikaans.
They are married, apparently happy and have the 2 kids (and mostly only post photos of offspring on said social network).

And then there is me and how I turned out.
I have to wonder what half of them think when reading my status updates and seeing my photos.

Does it look like I'm living a fabulous life?
Or is the consensus, Poor Rose Thorn, still hasn't found someone who wants to marry her.

Which leads me to the question of "happy ever after". I used to believe in it. Religiously.

Now?

Now I'm not so sure.

There is a part of me that still wants to meet The One, but that desire is so far in the recesses of my mind that I have only 3 or 4 non-negotiable items on the list.

For the first time, I really, truly am happy being on my own. I cannot even tell you why. And that is SO alien to me that I have to wonder who this creature is staring at me from the mirror. I know her, but I don't know her, and right now, I'm having fun just getting TO know her.

I cannot imagine having anyone in my life right now, with my work and social schedule being as hectic as they are. And that might last for a loooooooong time to come. It really doesn't matter.

Sure, I miss cuddling and canoodling and snogging and shagging as much as the next person, but its all just a bit... meh. Whatever. The desire comes and goes. And normally when the desire arrives, there's no-one available in sight. And when someone available is in sight... well, then it just seems like a chore.

So, if any of those married, Afrikaans Facebook friends are feeling sorry for me... please don't!

I am happy, having an awesome time doing what I want with whom I want at the drop of a hat, getting drunk and embarrassing myself on a regular basis, worrying about finances holding out till the next social event, laughing my ass off at the antics of the most awesome friends and finding out EXACTLY who I am and what I want. 

I cannot think of a better way to spend the year of the White Metal Rabbit... er... Mosquito... (yes, the war is raging still...)

Year of the White Metal Rabbit, er... mosquito

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