“You kinda need to have someone, you know. Not necessarily be in a relationship, but yeah.. We’ll soon be in final year.. You need to have someone.”
That was said to me by a classmate/friend the other day in class. The topic of marriage/relationships had come up somehow (I forget how), and I had commented of my lack of a significant other and the fact I was in no hurry to get said person.
He seems to disbelieve me…. Aren’t you in your 20’s already and with medicine, you know how it is….
And I do. Medicine is a demanding mistress, expecting 100% commitment and involvement without the assurance of… (Certain success. Synonym). However the notion of having someone because my biological clock was looming over my head was not a particular worry of mine.
And not because I’m not worried about said biological clock running out on me, because I do have those days;
I’m not about to start a relationship because I’m afraid of said biological clock running out on me. I’m in the camp of:
“I’m going to strive to be the best version of myself – because I can”…
Working on my writing, exploring my interests, making meaningful friendships, furthering my medical career, taking care of my body, getting close again with God…
And if in all of that, I find a life partner : all well and good. And if not?… That’s fine too.
It’s possible to have a fulfilling life sans boy,girlfriend/spouse, and with I refuse to have anyone tell me otherwise.
[On my parent’s part, they have yet to succumb to the stereotypical “soooo, is there anyone we should know about?” question.
My Mother stalks me sufficiently enough on social media to be kept up-to-date and my Dad’s focus is mostly on my academic achievements, so we’ve never had the conversation. I’m quite glad for this.]
Ps, if I’m near about to die of baby-fever, I’d adopt a baby…. The end.