There are often times (as you’ve probably noticed) when a Sex and the City episode has content which is relevant to my current state of thought. The episode I watched tonight (Season 4 Episode 1) addressed everything I’ve been feeling, of course with my own male spin on it. This week was my first full week of Kaplan MCAT class and I’ve been carpooling with two people who are in pretty successful relationships. Their significant others are brought into conversation nearly every 15 minutes and I have to say I feel like the odd one out. I’m single, have been forever. I know there are a lot of single people out there but sometimes I really feel like I’m the only one.
Nearly everyone I know is in some sort of relationship, just ending a relationship, or starting to establish one. Now I know I’m only 22 and most people don’t worry about being a permanent bachelor or old maid until around the age of 35; however, has our generation seen a shift in the age gradient of who is and isn’t doomed to be a spinster? Like I said last time, there are 12 year olds with more dating experience than me. Does this make me on my way to being an old geezer by the time I reach 28?
But back to Sex and the City... The season begins and everyone is single (around mid 30’s, which today could be mid 20’s). They all feel isolated after attending an engagement party which consisted of 96% married couples, with the other 4% being Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha. My MCAT class could be considered said engagement party. In fact, there is a couple that attends the class together, and I’m pretty sure the rest, or at least 90% are in relationships. Even our discussion of SN1/2 and E1/2 mechanisms were taught using relationship examples.
Here’s an example: Let’s say Carrie is the carbon, and she’s currently in a relationship with Aiden (which we’ll consider the leaving group). However, Big (the nucleophile) comes along and she decides she wants him instead and begins an affair in which she is seeing them both at the same time (the concerted “intermediate” so to say). Aiden finds out and leaves and Carrie is left with Big. Boom, SN2 mechanism.
So maybe you’re asking where I’m going with this. If I feel so left out, why don’t I just go and start a relationship so I can be like everyone else? Here’s the problem, I don’t really want a relationship at the moment, and I haven’t exactly met someone who’s ignited that spark. You see, I’m kind of a Charlotte and believe in this idea of “soul mates.” I’ve been told I’m a bit of a romantic for various reasons, one being that I experience relationships through music and television drama. But what if soul mates don’t exist? What if you spend your whole life waiting for this person to come along and they never do? Will the sappy songs and primetime drama fill that void forever? Or will I end up sitting on my couch every night, shoving my face with some various flavor of m&m (coconut is my current obsession), drinking some form of mango flavored pro-biotic, until the Memphis news comes on informing me of who was robbed/raped/murdered/ran over/pled guilty to masturbating in Chuck E. Cheeses?
All I can say is that eventually, I hope to not be alone. I envision having a family where after we’ve tucked in the kids we’ll sit in bed wearing glasses, reading books till we’re tired, and talk to each other until we fall asleep. But first, I just want to get into medical school.
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