I wish to make this entry very brief. So let's see if that will work out...
As I sat watching the most recent film adaptation of "Jane Eyre", I began thinking about something that I realize has been bothering me. What has happened to propriety, self-respect, and morals? (Yeah, this will be a short entry all right....)
I feel like I am quite a rarity within my generation. I do not attend mass or religious service on a consistent basis yet I do not entirely shun the existence of a higher being, nor do I act as though this could be a possibilty. This explanation puts me somewhere in the middle between being overly religious and ignorant yet carefree (and I don't mean ignorant in a negative sense).
I write about this because as I grow older I should be able to relate to people in an intimate way. But intimacy has become something quite vulgar and at times disrespectful to oneself. I do not necessarily judge those whose list of sexual activities might be a collection of encyclopedias thick with colorful entries. But I do however question society and the direction that it has taken in terms of how we should carry and present ourselves as potential partners for one another.
There are certain expectations held of how men and women should regard/receive one another (that I need not thoroughly explain here..). And I barely reach those expectations. What few morals I have managed to keep hold of have made it somewhat difficult for me to (by society's standards) properly live my life as a young adult and relate to others in a more intimate fashion.
What ever happened to courting someone with poems, music, dancing, promises of a love that would last forever? And if that is asking for too much then what about the ideal of restraining one's passions until the perfect moment? When it isn't just momentary lust that is the cause of such a spontaneous and short-lived intimate union? It should be more than that and not something that is expected or freely given (and then forgotten).
What ever happened to courting someone with poems, music, dancing, promises of a love that would last forever? And if that is asking for too much then what about the ideal of restraining one's passions until the perfect moment? When it isn't just momentary lust that is the cause of such a spontaneous and short-lived intimate union? It should be more than that and not something that is expected or freely given (and then forgotten).
Maybe I am too critical of what kind of romantic encounter I seek to partake in but that coupled with my ever-fixed morals might hinder me.
I feel that it is quite unfair that I must carry myself a particular way in order to receive and gather the attentions of any potential romantic interest. And maybe because of this I will end up very alone. But at least I'll have some morals and self-respect to keep me company.
