Recently it has come to my attention that I am stricken with an 'almost-illness'. Something that nobody really wants but isn't contagious. Something that, when people find out about it, they worry about you. They say comforting things to you; they tell you it's all going to work out--that everything will be ok.
A selection of other standard phrases:
"Timing is everything"
"You're stronger for this"
"Everything happens for a reason"
Just to let the world know-I hate all of these phrases. I hate whenever anyone says them to me. And I don't think I'm alone in this. I actually think that everyone with my 'almost-illness' hates these phrases.
My diagnosis: Being Single.
Yes, I've had it on and off again for the entirety of my adult life. Sometimes I'm lucky and go into a remission of sorts, but it has always come back. I see people who make it past this into loving (and sometimes miserable) commitments. I delight in their happiness. I feel for their pains. I see that all seasons of life come with beauty and struggle.
But I don't see as this time as only a struggle. It is, like every moment of progression, a time of opportunity and growth. A time to strengthen and serve. A time to go on sweet vacations and go to the movies alone.
Every once in awhile I try to force my way out of this ailment. I go to Rodizio Grill-Brazilian Steakhouse. I leave my number for one of the meat guys named Ramon. I wait three days until he finally texts me but then it's all in vain because he never responds a second time. And I think: should I have left my number for other guy Marcelo instead?