||[Jun. 16th, 2004|09:42 pm]
I just finished watching an episode of SEX IN THE CITY - they're re-playing them all on tbs now, and since I didn't see them while they were on hbo I'm watching them now.
So...twenty-something vs thirty-something - are we competition for each other?
I think the better question would be, when are women of all ages not competition for each other? Maybe it's terribly closed-minded to think that women are cut-throat and out for their own good, but I tend to think it does have it's relevance. Women are put into a situation where there has to be some sort of competition, whether it's with looks, career, intelligence, or the man they have. Is that too black and white? Maybe so. I always seem to have more questions than answers when I write, but that could be a good thing.
Another line from the show went something like this...'nothing's worse than being thirty-something and single in the city, except for maybe being twenty-something and in the city'
Is it so important to be in some kind of romantic relationship? I can have simply fantastic girlfriends, and yet it doesn't always feel like it's filling me up. Does that make sense? Hopefully you're all nodding your heads saying, 'Yes! Melissa, I know exactly what you mean'.
I have times when I'm starving for male companionship (and all the lust that comes with it) and other times when I simply love being single and independent. Sidenote: can you be part of a couple and still independent?
I was driving home today and for some reason thought about the way it feels to begin a relationship, you know - the happy-go-lucky, shit-eating-grin phase. Damn, that part is the best. The world shines from every linty corner, and it's because you're shining from the inside out. If I could bottle those feelings I know I could make a fortune. Sad part is, it'd be women in relationships as well as singles who'd be buying it. That phase doesn't last long. Eventually you realize the other person isn't perfect, contrary to what you may have thought in the beginning.
So what does this have to do with competitive women? Somehow I start on one topic and manage to make circles around and around, getting farther away from the original topic with each turn! Let's see, I can find some connection here.
I think we're really just competitive with ourselves, and that's what this twenty-something, desperate search for a boyfriend is all about. I'm afraid I'm missing out on something I'm 'supposed' to have - well, that's truly ridiculous but I forget that pearl of honesty on certain occasions.
Maybe I'm just rambling because I wanted to write.
I have a bitch of a headache - could it be the fact that I haven't had sugar today, or yesterday?
Life isn't so horrible though, really it's a gift. I have tomorrow off, and I'm going to make the most of it.
**I hope we have our thirty-something years in a bit closer proximity to each other**