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The Bible says that God looked at Adam and said, “It is not good for man to be alone.”
I wish he felt the same way when he looked at me.
In less than a month, I will be thirty. In a cruel bit of irony, I was born on the Feast of St. Joseph, patron saint of husbands and fathers. I am not married. I have no girlfriend. I have no ex-girlfriend. I have been immediately rejected by every woman I have been attracted to. I have been immediately rejected by every woman I have found unattractive. All this leads me to one inescapable conclusion: God has a plan for me, and in this plan I am not supposed to be the recipient of romantic love.
I pray for the strength to accept God’s plan for me, and doing so brings me to tears.
I know that my affections are unwelcome, and that people are happier without them. I know that I would be unhappy if someone I cared about was unhappy. Therefore, I can deduce that being in a romantic relationship with another person would make both of us unhappy, and that it is therefore good that I should be alone.
Still, this desire to be desired builds up in me like a silent scream. I feel it as a pressure that drills its way from the base of my skull until it presses on the back of my eyes. Inevitably, I must retreat to a place where no one can see me and release the pressure by weeping. I feel comforted by the familiarity of the hot tears streaming down my cheeks, and I know that this is how things must be.
I just wish I didn’t want it so badly.
I wish he felt the same way when he looked at me.
In less than a month, I will be thirty. In a cruel bit of irony, I was born on the Feast of St. Joseph, patron saint of husbands and fathers. I am not married. I have no girlfriend. I have no ex-girlfriend. I have been immediately rejected by every woman I have been attracted to. I have been immediately rejected by every woman I have found unattractive. All this leads me to one inescapable conclusion: God has a plan for me, and in this plan I am not supposed to be the recipient of romantic love.
I pray for the strength to accept God’s plan for me, and doing so brings me to tears.
I know that my affections are unwelcome, and that people are happier without them. I know that I would be unhappy if someone I cared about was unhappy. Therefore, I can deduce that being in a romantic relationship with another person would make both of us unhappy, and that it is therefore good that I should be alone.
Still, this desire to be desired builds up in me like a silent scream. I feel it as a pressure that drills its way from the base of my skull until it presses on the back of my eyes. Inevitably, I must retreat to a place where no one can see me and release the pressure by weeping. I feel comforted by the familiarity of the hot tears streaming down my cheeks, and I know that this is how things must be.
I just wish I didn’t want it so badly.