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channonyarrow) wrote2004-02-08 02:55 pm
channonyarrow) wrote2004-02-08 02:55 pm
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I have been labeled
I've never really felt the need to be part of a couple. The desire, sure, but the need, no.
And now I find that some woman has written a book on the very idea, which she calls "quirkyalones".
Who I am has been perverted.
See, the minute something becomes trendy, it is defacto destroyed. The assortment of "Bad Girls" products are testimony to that. Now, suddenly, I am once again in hell - a cocktail party full of women (and men, but women are more irritating in these situations) wittering on about how they didn't know there were others like themselves until they read the book on quirkyalones. Meanwhile, their fourth divorces finalise in the background.
People jump on bandwagons not because they can play instruments but because the band is made of others and we are comforted in numbers. Part of me believes that it is possible that I am doing exactly this, but the media coverage I've seen has led me to believe that she is in fact describing me. I am single; I want a date for Saturday night; I don't want/need commitment as my overriding goal in life.
I always figured I was antimarriage and waiting. But no! I am QUIRKYALONE!
Maybe I should get that emblazoned on a tshirt - a giant Q.
I have decided as a result of this and of something Icarusancalion said that the only way to define ourselves is not by labels but by likes, because how can you encapsulate the complexity of anything that is normally reduced to a label in a single word?
I am not quirkyalone. I am not married, not interested in it, not heterosexual anyway, and (for reasons of my own) not particularly looking either.
Felt good to vent.
That is all.
And now I find that some woman has written a book on the very idea, which she calls "quirkyalones".
Who I am has been perverted.
See, the minute something becomes trendy, it is defacto destroyed. The assortment of "Bad Girls" products are testimony to that. Now, suddenly, I am once again in hell - a cocktail party full of women (and men, but women are more irritating in these situations) wittering on about how they didn't know there were others like themselves until they read the book on quirkyalones. Meanwhile, their fourth divorces finalise in the background.
People jump on bandwagons not because they can play instruments but because the band is made of others and we are comforted in numbers. Part of me believes that it is possible that I am doing exactly this, but the media coverage I've seen has led me to believe that she is in fact describing me. I am single; I want a date for Saturday night; I don't want/need commitment as my overriding goal in life.
I always figured I was antimarriage and waiting. But no! I am QUIRKYALONE!
Maybe I should get that emblazoned on a tshirt - a giant Q.
I have decided as a result of this and of something Icarusancalion said that the only way to define ourselves is not by labels but by likes, because how can you encapsulate the complexity of anything that is normally reduced to a label in a single word?
I am not quirkyalone. I am not married, not interested in it, not heterosexual anyway, and (for reasons of my own) not particularly looking either.
Felt good to vent.
That is all.