I was thinking over yesterdays post and how it felt like men weren’t necessary on my night out, and I realised that during my time as the independent woman, men in fact haven’t been necessary at all, for any part of it.
As liberating as this may seem, I actually find it quite sad. My experience of boys and men, although sometimes being highly irritating and reducing me to the realms of paranoia, anger and general despair, have actually been quite positive ones and it saddens me to think of a life where there presence is not needed. Apart from for reproduction of course.
I have found being the independent woman interesting and it’s given me a degree of confidence but in general I found it lonely and somewhat bleak. I treasure the time I have with my friends and although work is important to me I would never want it to consume me or take over my life, and this is what I found happened when I was the independent woman.
I will be glad to lose her character.