Things to do before you turn 30: find ‘disposable’ Love?

[Disclaimer: Jess is a bitch who likes bitching, take it or leave it.]

No statistics have ever proven that Love should be found before the age of 30 – or 25 whatever the cultural environment dictates; nor that one should marry or have children before the age of 30. Yet people seem to obsess with settling down with someone before they turn a specific age, 30 being the most popular. It almost becomes a race between friends and acquaintances  – girls mostly, but guys too. She got engaged before I did; look at that rock on her finger; they got pregnant already!

What statistics seem to prove however is that each year half the number of people getting married, get divorced. There, I am also giving you the gilded version of the data, most sources would plainly say that 50% of marriages end in divorce each year. Not that by this interpretation this is any better, despite variation per country and per age group. This isn’t all: statistics also seem to demonstrate a higher divorce rate for those who marry in their twenties. All in all 10% of all marriages end in divorce within the first 5 years, with chances decreasing proportionally to the age of the bride and groom*.

Why is this so?

Quoting one of my best friends  with whom I often muse about what the future holds for spinsters like us: who says love should be found within the first third of your life? Love can come at any time in your life, it doesn’t necessarily materialize before you turn 30.

Now we may come across as women on the verge of desperation listening to their marriage clock ticking… It’s indeed not desperation. I would rather call it schadenfreude, the same that seem to show through when certain couples act like they know the secret of life an true love and don’t miss a chance to remind you – single woman – how you are ‘failing’ for not being a in relationship and preach you should find a  boyfriend to settle down and be happy with, like they are. Oh, and they hold hands and cuddle while they patronize you.

Only to realize short after that the flame of passion has extinguished and their perfect happy relationship isn’t so perfect after all. And on they go on a quest for the next disposable love. Short after could be a few weeks, or months, or even a few years of marriage (children included). No worries, I am in no hurry. When that day comes I’ll be the one looking at you with schadenfreude in my eyes.

Okay, forgive the hormonal driven spinster rant.

Why I am still single? The last thing I want to do is place the reason of my happiness on another person, lose my individual identity only to drown in an unhappy relationship solely for the sake of conforming to the rules of ‘normal’ society. Why are you in a relationship?

Thanks Sloane, exactly how I feel sometimes. Relax people, relax. _________________________________________________________________________________

[*no specific source, a result of a bit of googling]

Of crossing paths, chance encounters and missed connections

Imagine a path running across the earth surface for each of the 7 billion people that make up today’s world population. Isn’t it impressive? Paths overlap, run in parallel and intertwine; the earth surface lays covered by the cluster of crossing paths.

If you look at the million times paths cross, you will be struck at how easy it can be for people to cross paths at some stage in their lives, even if they live at the other side of the hemisphere. Paths may cross multiple times in a lifetime, cross and run close to each other afterwards or briefly pass through and then proceed their own ways.

Right – this means Mr Perfect, Mr Price Charming, Mr Right, Mr I am your Man and all their fellows cross my path at least a thousand times a year. Where the hell are you all hiding? It’s 2013, how can you possibly not have figured out how to track me down? In the era of the internet and social media, in the era of Love at first Profile Picture,  let me help you out: there are a number of online resources you can use to search for me, publications on newspapers, or you can simply go back to the place you noticed me at the same time of the day on the same weekday until I finally get back there. And we lived happily ever after.

I wish I had said  I wish I said Hello is a celebration of everyday poetics, a physical mapping of digital network, a commentary on the role of technology in human communication.

Easy, isn’t it? But I am still waiting. I have already tried different alternatives, looking for love in the workplace, on social media, at a high altitude, it is about time my beau came to find me! I am pinning all my hopes on re-encountering my missed connection(s) with my love(s).

Yet, I seem to have been cursed with a parade of Mr Wrong, Mr A$$hole and Mr Frog that’ll never turn into a Prince. Why? Why? Why?

They say Love at first sight is often cured by taking a second look.

Doh, that explains it. Bummer.

The illusion of a secret admirer…

.. lasted only a few seconds!

I was reading one of my favourite section of the Metro Herald this morning on my bus journey to work – ‘Mailbox’, where emails, texts, twitter and facebook messages from readers are published.

I casually started reading the messages under “Yeh Big Ride – Strangers on a train.. or bus”..

To the dishy brunette (I think you used to be blonde?)..

Ahahah.. this could be me!

.. who always wears the cutest hats..

Oh, this could really be me!

and gets the train from Sutton every morning.

It’s me, it’s me! I get the bus from Suffolk every morning! Oh, wait…I get the BUS from SuFFoLK every morning.. : ( Bummer!!


Facebook subliminal messages…

Ah Facebook!

As a single lady of about 30 I seem to be told that I need to find a boyfriend all the time, by my friends, family and even by Facebook.  Okay I am single, but no, I do not want to register into ANY online dating service. Any of them, really.  Meet Irish Sober Men sounds like a nice one, pretty tempting I must say, but I’d rather search hard offline. I am just not the online dating person and I am not clicking on any of these ads, would you not consider stop displaying them at all on my profile?

All this social network advertising can sometimes be quite annoying. They call it ‘targeting demographics’, which means they try to display ads that are supposed to be relevant to you, according to the personal details, statuses and interests loaded in your profile. The more they can get from you, the better they can advertise. Or so they think. Do you find these ‘personalised adverts’ interesting at all? Some people would say ‘Just ignore them’, but how can Facebook really thinks I am desperate!I ignore  Mature woman wanted (Facebook, did you really just call me ‘mature’?) or No more flabby arms?  I wonder if they have a software that analyses your pictures: new wrinkle, go with the ad for old spinsters; chubby cheeks, go with the ad for fat chicks. Right, my arms would benefit from a little toning (whose arms wouldn’t?), so what? Mind your own business Facebook!

In a nutshell here is what Facebook seems to be telling me: I am an old spinster (seriously Facebook, ‘mature’?), I should be married and have kids by now, so I urgently need to find a man and learn how to stay in a relationship (How to keep men hooked);  my biological clock is ticking (Trying for a baby? We are leaders in reproductive medicine) and I am probably still single because I have flabby arms and a double chin (oh, that Beautify your neck ad is so inviting!), but if I really want to keep on with my sad life I can Save 70% on Brownies (or get a cheap van insurance).

Have you ever had the impression that whatever you may mention on your wall or even in your private conversations won’t take long to re-appear as a topic in one of the ads on the right-hand side? If by chance that is exactly what you were looking for, this is very impactful advertising. If that is not the case though (and doesn’t seem to be so very often), it’s just creepy advertising. They also say Facebook can track your online activities outside Facebook (not joking, check this out here). Unplanned Pregnancy? is one advert that left me totally perplexed: what on earth can I have mentioned on my wall, notes or messages that could lead anyone – even a software –  to believe I would need counselling for an unexpected pregnancy? Whatever I might be doing online I don’t think there is any risk of getting pregnant. This adds perfectly to the miserable portrait Facebook seems to be depicting of me (sigh!). 

Unsolicited advice is never nice. Facebook says you can influence some of the ads you see, by updating the information used to personalise your ads, such as liking or removing pages or by removing things from your Facebook history that are no longer relevant for instance (all explained here). Too much work you say? Well, there are no ads on Google+

Compelled to Comment? Please share your thoughts.

P.S. I love Facebook and I have a sense of humour. :)

Of the so called Mid-Life Crisis


When did you have your mid-life crisis? If a mid-life crisis is a time of panic and self-doubt [my life sucks!], I would say it has hit me multiple times already. Also known as Quarter-Life Crisis, as it is nowadays happening a lot earlier than it used to in the past, everyone seems to be affected, particularly around the age of 30 [when the infirmities of old age make their appearance..].

Career, money, settling down, having a family, success and wealth are the topics people panic about most. It is about finding that something that will give your life more meaning. But what is this something? [The world is your oyster – they say – find what you want and make it happen! … please, cut the crap].

The grass is always greener of the other side of the fence.

As cliché as it may sound, most of the stress and feelings of inadequacy young people experience today, originate in the belief that someone else is doing better, accomplishing more and having a better time elsewhere. [People brag, people brag a lot]. We look at what the others have or do – friends, family, acquaintances or even strangers [a bunch of dumb heads, do you hate them as much as I do?] – and we can’t settle on what we already have and be satisfied because we’re always agonising about what else we could be doing. It’s an endless quest to find happiness. [My life sucks so bad! Where am I gonna end?]

What makes the age of 30 such a catalyst for mid-life crisis?

The decade is frightening. The 5-year period is scary too, as it gets us closer to the next decade. When you turn 10 you are a child, when you turn 20 you’re basically still a teenager, the age of 30 marks the completion of the first real decade of adulthood life [holy crap!]. Most people would set their goals to be achieved by the age of 30 [Things to do do before I die .. ehmm.. turn 30] if not 25 – and when life doesn’t turn out quite like expected, anxiety takes over. It feels like time is running out and we’re wasting it doing things that are not as great as we would wish, our life is not good enough.

A mid-life crisis can be a stimulus for change.

[Yay! let’s get married!] However, most people would discover that even after having made the leap to the side of the fence the grass seemed to be greener, happiness is still a mirage and the grass is greener elsewhere. It is an ocean of choices that never run out. [650 things to do before I turn 30: 1) get married; 2) get divorced; 3) fall in love for real; 4)…]. When there is so much to choose from… how can you choose?

A mid-life crisis can be a positive stimulus for change.

There are times in life when we feel ‘trapped’ in certain situations (a job, a relationship, the place we live in) and we start wondering about it. By exploring new possibilities closer to our interests, preferences, aspirations and values, a sense that change is possible will grow and give us the guts to separate from previous commitments and start a new journey. [Life ain’t that bad after all..].

Or – you can blow your money on something that will make you feel better (most likely a car if you are a dude, expensive shoes/bags/cosmetics/jewellery if you are a girl) [Epiphany: shopping is the solution!] and once the novelty of your new purchase wears off, just remind yourself of the good things in life and learn to appreciate life as it happens.

Until you realise that you are nearly 40 [HFS!] and your life still sucks.