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What If There Are No Imaginary Gaps You Must Fill In Your Life?
“My life doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but me. Because I am the only one living it.”
There is a silent yet obvious consensus that whispers into the hearts of individuals who choose not to fill up their time with relationships or children, with these whispers growing louder into flat-out invasive questions from curious people who demand we stop whatever we’re doing to provide them a run-down of our schedule that accommodates our unconventional lifestyles.
“So you don’t want kids? How will you spend your free time?”
“You don’t want to get married? But why? That doesn’t make any sense!”
“You’re going to be looking for a good man when you’re older.”
“Aren’t you lonely?”
Apparently we must account for any time we are not sacrificing over to someone else in ways that are productive and approved by others. And I say to hell with that. Because these interviews serve as passive-aggressive implications that my life is of lesser quality and meaning than a life belonging to someone who enjoys the chaos of taking care of others, an emotional rattling they claim as worthwhile even though their health has gone to shit.
