Tangential

Something along the lines of links that fellow blogging female friends have been posting:

The case for settling for Mr. Good Enough

(The entire article is interesting, but page three is of particular interest. Those of you who know me well may fathom why.)

Part of being a realist is also realizing that things don’t need to be perfect in order to work. But the location of distinctions and limiting lines to be drawn does ultimately differ from person to person; the article, I think, is overly cynical and pretty much applies to those who don’t go into life with their eyes open from the start. All I know is that happy solitude is possible for many women these days, but something of an uncomfortable prospect for me. It’s possible to be happy and alone (oh, if I had more teardrop ornaments it would be gorgeous…ooh, wind!…and no one to stare blankly at my tangential rambling.) but for some arbitrary reason, biological (ugh) or psychological (ugh), the be-happy-when-you’re-single is ultimately a short term plateau meant to be perched on for the duration of a time period during which you’ve got other priorities. Once the rest of your life is sorted out, why not start up another incline?

(‘course, at this point in my life, I am far from sorted out. Hence why I agreed with the twin-sister when she suggested that my answer was pending.)