Why can’t we just live without men?
A woman can be attractive, smart, intelligent, bright, successful at work, competent in many questions—starting with buttons on trousers and ending with periods of English literature—communicative, easy-going, sure of herself, financially stable and what not … but lonely; absolutely lonely. She can have many acquaintances, friends, colleagues, neighbors, but be lonely. Being lonely for a woman is being without a man; whether you admit it or not. It’s not discussed. Only being loved and cared for gives us, women, that amazing feeling of “everything-is-alright-in-my-life”. No success at work, no understanding from friends, and no respect from colleagues can be compared with the indescribable euphoria of having a man in your life. And if somebody (a female somebody) wants to argue with me on this question, I’m not even going to listen. Because no man beside—no woman satisfied.
What if you never find him, your second half? Maybe the legend about once separated halves is just a weak attempt of desperate lonely people to console themselves that everything is not as bad as it seems and there’s for sure somebody on this planet made especially for them?
We constantly hear different stupid stories like “never-could-imagine-that-she-would-find-him-and-get-married-so-I-might-also-be-happy-one-day”. And we feel better, at least for some time. When one story doesn’t work anymore we make up another one, and another one, and another one …
And one day you wake up alone in the morning and celebrate your fifty-first birthday with only an old virgin neighbor of yours (age fifty) and your three cats, two dogs and one parrot invited … But you still believe those stupid stories …
