Stood Up in the Subdued City- Why do I care?
by Monica Mercier
Being stood up really damages the ego, but is it really that bad? Besides the obvious, "I'm not good enough" pity party, why are we so consumed in indulging the "pity party"?
First, I'm not entirely sure who exactly I was stood up by. I know his name and he has been an acquaintance but I'm still in the dark on who he really is. Second, Do I even want to emotionally invest in someone who simply disregarded me? No.
Mind you, I'm not trying to male-bash, I'm just wondering why it bothers so many of us. I don't want to care, however my ego does...in a big way. Yeah, my ego is pretty mad.
In this overtly tolerant city and culture, why is it that we are so emotional over an inconsiderate person (and their opinion).
As a single woman I'm starting to wonder why a strange male's validation is important. Friend's and family's support should outweigh any opinion given by a "non-friend" I mean really. Makes perfect sense... on paper that is.
When my best friend and family tell me they love me, it melts my heart. On a more superficial level, when a stranger tells me I'm pretty or (insert any positive remark here), I do feel my ego soaking up the attention. Damn ego!
So, if it shouldn't matter, why am I making it matter? Maybe it's the time and effort wasted. Maybe I just don't like being stood up or maybe I am actually making a big deal over an emotion that will eventually go away the next time my bff and family tell me how much they care.
I must be insecure...I keep telling myself that even though my loved ones would not describe that of me. The excuse is good though and justifiable to many.
I ended up at McKay's Taphouse, by myself, and had a really good time. Met some nice people and I will not let one bad apple ruin the character of so many wonderful Bellingham people.
So, cheers! As it turns out, being stood up last night worked for me cause I had an awesome time.. just me.