Sometimes being single isn’t that great.
There I said it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those girls who bemoans the lack of a ring or panics at the sound of a proverbial biological clock. But there are certain times when I think I need someone in my life.
This particular feeling had been burgeoning over the last few weeks considering my roommate had left for the holidays, leaving me feeling rather Bridget Jones esque pre Mark Darcy sans wine bottle or Jamie O’Neal for that matter. The feeling came to a sounding crescendo last night when I heard squeaking noises and saw a hint of a long unwanted tail in my hallway window and like any self-respecting musophobic, I bolted.
Once outside my apartment, I didn’t know what to do. Frankly, I knew nobody in the building that I could get to check out the uninvited guest in my apartment. After running around the building in my pajamas a couple of times, I got my elderly neighbor couple to poke around my hallway windows using mop handles while I hid in the staircase. Again I repeat, I got my elderly neighbors to come out of their beds and deal with my problems because I couldn’t handle them myself.
Once they declared the rodent gone, they laughed and waved away my apologies and utter gratefulness and left. I felt very ashamed and blamed my imaginary partner- if you had been here, I wouldn’t have had to trouble them.
Of course I realize this is a very shallow reason for wanting someone in your life. But the more I think about it, it’s not just about wanting someone to be there so that they can take care of the rodents in the house or take the trash out- it’s really about the desire for someone to just be there for you.
A couple of years ago, I received a message that my cousin had passed away. It was a devastating blow to our family. She was beautiful, funny and just a few months shy of turning 26. Her whole life was ahead of her but in an instant she was gone. I’ve been thinking of her more than usual because of my current circumstances, which resembles hers while she was alive. I am now almost the age she was when she passed away. And like I am now, she was also living and working in a city all by herself. So when she got sick, there wasn’t really anybody that took notice and by the time her landlady did, it was too late and she passed away in the emergency room from an illness nobody thought was going to be fatal.
For the first time in a very long time, I got horrendously sick a couple of weeks ago. My roommate had to leave the next day leaving me alone for the rest of the miserable time. There was a point when I felt so awful that I thought I was going to die. Thankfully, my bout of sickness passed and I was walking about in a couple of days but my brush with death (only slightly exaggerating) made me think about my cousin’s last days. Did she feel as alone as I did when I was sick? I feel horrible knowing she had no one to count on when she was so weak. And she died, without her loved ones by her side and we couldn’t do anything. We didn’t even know about it because we were so far away. And I wish so badly that she hadn’t been living in that city alone, that she’d been able to find a job back home and live with her family. That way, she would have had the protection of the people who loved her.
So times like these, I do wish I had someone in my life or at least a community of people that I could count on for the things I cannot do by myself and vice versa. People looking out for one another. This hopefully is my New Year’s resolution.