On Being 30 and Single

Pardon me for the radio silence…I’ve been chugging away on my afghan (about 3/4 of the way finished now on the main portion and I just got the yarn in the border color a couple of days ago), but other than that I’ve been dealing with general blogger’s block.  That is, until yesterday.  Let’s see, I recently started emailing an old friend of mine from when I was attending college (I only attended for three semesters at a local community college before dropping out due to financial and transportation problems, and I still have aspirations to return someday to finish the associate’s degree I started; this friend and I attended the same high school, graduating a year apart, but we didn’t meet until college), and when I informed him of my brother’s wedding date, he responded with a somewhat cynical email about all of his friends’ marriages that he’d seen fall apart.  I kindly let him know how cynical he sounded, and his response and my reply ended up being quite reflective of something that I don’t think gets talked about a lot in a real, honest manner: the experience of being a single thirtysomething.  What follows is reflective of my experience, and my experience alone, of being single and in my thirties (granted, I am only four months into being in my thirties, but I am in my thirties).

I don’t have much of a dating history, just one date in high school to my senior prom, and that was 12 years ago.  I haven’t been on a date since, and while it bugged me quite a bit in my 20s, it doesn’t bug me so much anymore now in my 30s.  Sure, I get the occasional questions asking why I don’t have a boyfriend or (on rare occasions) the assumption that because I don’t have a boyfriend that I’m into girls (sorry, I have no interest in playing with other ladies’ fun parts), but otherwise, it doesn’t bother me and I don’t care if it bothers anyone else.  Other than that one date, I really have no other experience other than that of being perpetually single. It hasn’t been easy, but I tend to approach this with the mindset that I’d rather date few men of quality than a sizable quantity of men and hoping I strike gold.  Unfortunately for me, there aren’t a lot of quality men where I live.  Where I live, the ones that aren’t married are the type where I take one look at them and I know I could do better.  Most of the quality men where I live have usually had the sense to move away to pursue better opportunities than what’s necessarily available in small town and suburban Florida.  And what remains are men of simpler means and simpler needs, the kind that like to go four-wheeling, mudding, or fishing.  I have never been an outdoors type of person.  Not a lot of these men are into reading the kind of books I like to read, or would be willing to pay attention to my thinking out loud about my knitting or other creative endeavors, or share my ideas and opinions on things that matter to me.  Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong part of the country.  I’m the kind of girl who knows what she likes and knows what she needs in a potential boyfriend or husband: I need someone who challenges me mentally; who is a voice of encouragement in whatever I decide to do; and who will allow me to be my own ridiculous, opinionated, goofy, intuitive self without trying place his own expectations on me and holding me up to be something I can’t.  I’m, among other things, a terrible housekeeper, a pretty good cook, a somewhat masculine woman in personality (though I am not above wearing a dress or a shorter skirt when I want to feel feminine, which isn’t very often), and unashamed of my geekdom.  I know by this point I will never be a girly-girl, a supermodel/beauty queen, June Cleaver, or a trophy wife…but I hope I can still be a nice match for somebody.  I know at this point in my life, though, I am not settling for anything.  I deserve the best, and I’m okay with admitting it.

It seems like society often looks down on people my age who are still single.  And true, a lot of people in my age group are starting to marry and have families of their own.  And yet, no matter if it’s the government or a religious group, most social institutions seem to value people more if they’re married: married people get tax breaks, married people get to have children without being judged for having them out of wedlock, married people are more trustworthy because the single person might try to *gasp* sleep with your spouse!  Sometimes it feels like in the eyes of society, though I may not be worthless, because I am single I am literally worth less in social capital.  Now, all this may have been an issue in my twenties, but honestly, now that I’m in my thirties, I don’t care.

I think I’m happier now being single at 30 than I was being single at 20; part of it is just understanding myself a little better as a person and being able to own my flaws, and the other part is just the fact that there isn’t really any pressure for me to fit in anymore. In your twenties, you’re coming out of adolescence and trying to find your place in the world, and people place a lot of expectations on you; in your thirties, you’re more assured of yourself and feeling more confident in your own decisions and aspirations. I feel no personal pressure to date, I feel no pressure to marry, and I feel no pressure to have a child.  I’ve accepted the possibility that my life may not necessarily include a husband or children. I could be happier when it comes to things I want to do in life (career, education, traveling, et cetera), but where I am right now is where I’m needed.  I could be happier with how I feel about my looks, but then again, it’s all superficial anyway.  But I’m content with where my life is right now for the first time in a long time.  I’m not angry with the world.  I’m not angry at anyone.  And I’m not angry with where life has taken me.  I could be happy, but if content is all the universe wants to give me right now, then I’m okay with it.  At this point I am just along for the ride, and I hope I can get as much out of life as I can.  I wasted my twenties with fear, anger, and cynicism.  I hope I won’t do the same with my thirties.

I hope other single thirtysomethings out there can take some solace in my thoughts and know that their worth is not determined by their relationship or marital status.  And those that do have love in their lives, know that what you have is rare, special, and something that not everyone will get a chance to experience in this life.  Cherish it, treasure it, and don’t let small things get in the way of the bigger picture.  And to those out there perpetually single like me, don’t fret over it; take the opportunity to learn great things about yourselves, appreciate all of your strengths and own your flaws, and don’t be afraid to put yourself first.  Singlehood should no longer be a scarlet letter, a badge of shame.  Singlehood may be a part of my life, but it doesn’t define my life.  I’m a geek, a knitter, an aunt, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a blogger, and a smartass who just happens to be 30 and single.

7 thoughts on “On Being 30 and Single

  1. Just letting you know, he’s cynical about EVERYONE’S marriage. live an entire state away and he occasionally puts out the comments about i my marriage hits bumps he’s always available. Blech. He’s a friend, a good friend, and best friend, but damn I wish he’d understand his views aren’t shared by all.

    ANYWAY! Though I’m one of the “married ones” now, I can relate – sort of. Back when I was about 26 I’d finally reached the point you’re at now. Accepted that “hey, not quite where i expected to be, still single, but that’s…. that’s actually okay now.” (then two weeks later i met my husband. we joke about how he just showed up and ruined my big life realization and self reflection with a darned ringtone.) But looking back, if I hadn’t had that clarity or realization that i was content with the way things were, then i wouldn’t have had the self confidence and building on the self love that was needed to open my big fat mouth and say hi.

    The 20’s though – those were tough times. high pressure stressful times. You’ve got a sensible head on your shoulders. You always were the more grounded and sensible one in the loaf of bread. 🙂

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    • Oh, like I said, I kindly let him know that (and friend-zoned him, too).

      Perhaps that realization was the universe’s way of letting you know you were ready to handle the next steps in your life. And sometimes it takes longer for the sensible ones like me to get it all together. Life is not an easy journey, but we must be doing okay if we’ve made it this far.

      And thank you for reminding me that I am still the white bread sister.

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  2. I was wondering where you were. I too am one of the married ones, but I met my husband 2 months before my 30th, and being honest, I loved being single as it suited my life at the time as I was working a day job in the roofing industry and at night in the night clubs, so I had no time for dating. I love your view on being single, it is amazingly refreshing to read, and it is above all you have a healthy attitude to it, and to life. Diane Keaton said “I don’t think that because I’m not married it’s made my life any less. That old-maid myth is garbage.” Oprah, Coco Chanel, Condoleezza Rice, Tyra Banks, Mother Teresa, Jane Austen among many other powerful, influential and successful women have never been married. I have a friend who is 45 and is single and although she has had a few dates, she has scared the guys off because she is that desperate to get married and have kids she brings it up in the first few dates, and they run. If she had taken your sensible attitude to being single I think she would have found her soulmate by now, but she never embraced the universe telling her to chill out.

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    • Yeah…blogger’s block sucks. It probably would’ve gone on longer if not for that email exchange *lol*. He had lamented that he felt that society looks upon single people as inhuman, and it got me thinking. You never know when inspiration will strike you as a writer. I would love to be in a relationship, but for whatever reason, I just haven’t met any men who are worth even attempting to take the plunge. Maybe my time will come, maybe not…but I think if we can learn to be happy with myself before letting anyone else in to my heart, I’ll save myself a lot of trouble later.

      Although, in the case of those influential women, you have to remember that Mother Teresa took a vow of celibacy to become a nun, and Tyra Banks has a long-term boyfriend and a son, so she’s pretty close to married (even if it hasn’t happened yet). I find it interesting that Jane Austen never married (we have a copy of “Pride and Prejudice”, but I’ve never read it); she was sort of the Nora Roberts of her day, writing romance novels…or should I say Nora Roberts is the modern-day Jane Austen? It’s like the matchmaker who sets up so many marriages but can’t find their own match!

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  3. I’m relatively newly single. Damn if I could have said half the things you wrote here to myself any number of years ago… not that I regret my past. Hell my marriage gave me three lunatics that help me understand both love and why many females eat their young in the wild. I kid…I kid… anyway, my ex husband and I split 2 years ago, followed by an 8 month or so relationship with another man that went disastrously wrong. Theeen I woke up and realized hmm! I’d rather be alone than deal with this noise. Then I figured out who I was. Well, I started to at least. I agree though. Even though my 30s have been wrought with chaos there are so many fewer fucks for me to give. I’ve finally gotten to the point where I give no shits what anyone thinks. Beautiful insights 😊

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