Thursday, January 12, 2012

In Which I Backpedal

Original Posting: January 2012

Cultivate your own relationship with God, but don't impose it on others. You're fortunate if your behavior and your belief are coherent. But if you're not sure, if you notice that you are acting in ways inconsistent with what you believe – some days trying to impose your opinions on others, other days just trying to please them – then you know that you're out of line. If the way you live isn't consistent with what you believe, then it's wrong.
~ Romans 14:22-23, The Message

This passage hit me more strongly when I initially read it in context of what I was thinking about at the time. But the post hinges on this.


As the title suggests, this is a response to my most recent blog post. Having had some time to myself after posting it, I finally realized what it was about the post that never sat right with me.

I cited 1 Cor 7:7 and 7:38 in my last post, that God gives the gifts of singlehood and marriage to different people, and that neither is inferior or superior to the other, as a sort of disclaimer. And indeed I said it was my opinion.

The problem, I realized, was that my belief – the Word – did not line up with my opinion – singlehood is inherently better than marriage.

Keyword: Inherently.


You might have gathered from my last post that I have a lot of trouble seeing romantic relationships in a positive light at this time. There are reasons for that. I started to really think about it after one of the last times I was at youth group. It was a Q&A night, and one of the topics that kept coming up was romantic relationships – specifically, how do you know when you're going too far, and if you don't want to go that far again, what can you do to keep it from happening?

I thought about contributing to the discussion, but I didn't realize an "audience" member could do that. And by the time I learned that, we were wrapping up.

I only realized a couple of weeks ago that I went further with my ex-boyfriend than I wanted to go. Didn't go too far – thank God – but still further than I was actually willing to go. I didn't realize my discomfort meant exactly that at the time, because I thought I was just breaking out of my shell – stepping out of your comfort zone is supposed to be a good thing, right? Well, not so much for intimacy, it turns out. It's about all I can remember when I think about the relationship, and it colors any outlook I have on future relationships.

Takeaway: Going further than you want to go, at all, does your mental/emotional health bad.

He manipulated me. I don't know if he realized that's what he was doing, but he guilt-tripped me into pushing further and further out; I did it because I didn't want him to get bored, and I wasn't about to lose the experience so quickly when I had waited all of high school for a boyfriend. I told him once that I didn't like the "ickier" stuff as much as the innocent stuff we did in public; I don't remember his response word for word, but it came down to him not seeing it as such a big deal, and me then feeling like I was too chaste for anyone's good.

If there is a next time, I know that I'm going to have to outline my boundaries right up front – if he still wants to cross them, or agrees with me but still hopes to cross them via wearing me down, then he's going to have to move on to someone else. I'm sorry, but that's a whole mess of conflicting emotions that I really do not have the time, energy, or mental stability to deal with.

So I realized all of this a couple days after that Q&A night, because I was thinking about it; thought about posting the same thoughts on the Facebook page for the youth group, or one of the devotional Groups I'm in, but for whatever reason I never did.

I realized that even though I said I believed what God said – that singlehood and relationships are on the same level – I did not conduct myself that way. I conducted myself with the opinion that relationships cannot hold a candle to staying single, and I imposed that on others in my previous post. Given a chance, I might have done the same in real life.

I don't know how well this is coming through. What I am trying to say is that there was a disconnect between what I said I believed online, and what I actually believed according to how I conducted myself.

The real problem: it was affecting other relationships in my life, particularly concerning trust. I had difficulty trusting friends, parents, even God – BIG no bueno.

The syllogism is supposed to run like this:

God wants a relationship with you.
All things that come from God are good.
Therefore, relationships are good.

Well, okay; my Philosophy professor would have a thing or two to say about how that is false, therefore unsound, but you get the idea (I don't feel like fixing it). If all kinds of relationships come from God, then all kinds of relationships are inherently good – it's human error that makes any of them abusive.

If I insist on viewing romantic relationships negatively, unwilling and unable to trust him, then how can I expect to have positive, trusting relationships anywhere else in my life?

It sounds a bit weird to me, to say that looking down on – even hating – the idea of romantic relationships would consequently poison friendly relationships and father/mother-daughter relationships, but it turns out that can happen. It makes sense given my personal relationship with God – I said in my post about Song of Songs that it's a deepest devotion, and to me that means romantic. I am the bride of Christ, after all.

So that's my self-improvement project for the time being: Learn to view romantic relationships in a positive light again.

This won't happen overnight. I'm not sure how I'm going to go about this, because I'm still not in any mood to get into another relationship. I suppose more time is the answer.

We'll see what happens.

~Sarah

Friday, January 6, 2012

A Treatise on Why Singlehood Will Trump Being in a Relationship FOREVER

Original Posting: January 2012

Disclaimer: I am aware that 1 Corinthians 7 states neither singlehood nor marriage is superior/inferior to the other. This is opinion. (Note that all further cited verses are from 1 Corinthians 7 in The Message.) More accurately, this is me being extremely biased/narrow-minded. I can have a day like this now and then if I want to.

And away we go!

1 – When you're unmarried, you're free to concentrate on simply pleasing the Master.
No hesitation in asserting that Jesus is the #1 priority. Which, there shouldn't be any hesitation anyway, regardless of your situation. But I put my ex-boyfriend first far too much (um, all the time), which is why he was my boyfriend for so long in the first place. I should have turned and run the instant he said he would have preferred that we had sex even though he said he could deal with being celibate.

Girls: If a guy says he can be celibate for you – he's lying. Boys, I can't tell you if it's similar for girls in the inverse situation because that's not an issue I've ever had to deal with personally. Sorry. Find a girl with looser morals than me and ask her instead.

2 – You take priority. Well, let me clarify that, because serving God does mean serving Him and others before you, but I need to serve myself, too! I can't serve others if I don't stop to make sure I'm okay! What I mean by this is, you dress for yourself; your makeup is for yourself. You're not fretting in front of mirrors for an extra however long before you leave wondering if this skirt is too revealing or if that eyeshadow is too bright.

3 – Sometimes I wish everyone were single like me – a simpler life in many ways!
Relationships are complicated and messy and horrible, and you're only going to end up with your feelings hurt. So really, you're better off keeping single.

4 – Marriage involves you in all the nuts and bolts of domestic life and in wanting to please your spouse, leading to so many more demands on your attention. The time and energy that married people spend in caring for and nurturing each other, the unmarried can spend in becoming whole and holy instruments of God.
Even if it does appear to be "working out," you kind of have to dedicate time to someone else who's fickle and fallible that you really should be devoting to Someone who is constant.

5 – You can't fantasize about encounters with Benedict Cumberbatch, Matt Smith, or Sean Maher (or any combination of the three, or someone else of your fancy) when you're in a relationship with someone. Well, you can, but if they find out about it, it threatens their self-esteem. Because if it comes down to run-of-the-mill local boys versus Benedict Cumberbatch, there's no question at all which one you would choose.

6 – No pressure to stay as thin as you were when you two first met. This isn't permission to let yourself go; just sayin', it's nice to be able to randomly swing up a couple pounds on week X of your cycle and know you don't have a ball-and-chain to nitpick at you for it.

7 – That said, you have more time and energy to spend on keeping yourself in shape, if you are so inclined. Instead of helping yourself look and feel better for someone else, you're helping yourself look and feel better for yourself. It's called self-improvement for a reason, right? It's not gonna stick if you're only doing it to make others like you more and not because you really want it. Like with plastic surgery.

I want you to live as free of complications as possible.

8 – No hours-long conversations with your girlfriends asking what he meant when he said "Hello" instead of "Hi."

9 – No lying awake agonizing over how he interpreted your goodnight text.

10 – No worries about Christmas/Valentines/birthday/anniversary candy he'll buy you that you know will go straight to your thighs even if he did mean well.

11 – No worries about buying Christmas/Valentines/birthday/anniversary gifts for him. This means you can put that money toward more important things. Like nail polish.

12 – You don't have to choose between a ball-and-chain and your friends (or staying in to work on a crochet project or curling up with your Bible) when deciding what to do with your Friday night.

13 – There's a certain satisfaction in knowing you have your pick of guys, and they're sitting there hoping you'll choose them, but you never will, and then you get to watch them squirm. Or you can just imagine all that if it makes you feel better about being single when all of your friends are asking why you don't have a boyfriend like something's wrong with you. I don't have many opportunities for power trips...

14 – No pressure to plan a date on a regular basis. If you decide you don't want to go out somewhere after all, you don't have to disappoint someone else. Also, no one to flake out on you.

15 – You don't have to wonder if your ball-and-chain is lying about actually having something else to do that can't be skipped just so he can get out of going to such-and-such a thing (in other words, you don't have to worry that you're the ball-and-chain).

16 – All I want is for you to be able to develop a way of life in which you can spend plenty of time together with the Master without a lot of distractions.
Relationships are a big, fat, waste of your vital life time. Period.


No, I'm not a feminist. Well, equal pay, please; but I don't think men should be shipped off to an island somewhere and only used for organ harvest.

It's good for a man to have a wife, and for a woman to have a husband.
[And] celibacy is not for everyone any more than marriage is. God gives the gift of the single life to some, the gift of the married life to others.

Seriously, though, I can't see why a boyfriend would be of any practical use to me (hello, arm candy). I suppose a boyfriend can eventually evolve into a husband if it receives enough training and a lot of experience points, but I can adopt if I want kids that badly. Though I would still want for them to have an earthly father in addition to the Father, so there's just no way to remove that monkey wrench, is there...

Oh, duh; I'm already married to Jesus! And if it's God's will for me to have children, then I'll spontaneously conceive – it happened to Mary! And He's the best Daddy ever, so no worries there!

That said...

Fellas; keep trying. Just because I'm totally in love with singlehood doesn't mean I'm Ice Queen.

~Sarah

Monday, January 2, 2012

If I Were the Type to Make Resolutions...

Original Posting: January 2012

They would be as follows:

1 – Turn "Why bother?" into "Why not?"
A half-resolution I made last year was to stop putting things off until later – what was stopping me from going on a road trip (does Olympia to Portland count?), going to a live concert (Josh Groban!), learning how to do something new (knitting) right now?

This phrasing, I think, is more applicable to how I tend to approach things. I tend to not even try for certain things because I don't believe they will go anywhere – I won't be accepted to go on the JCET tour to Japan next summer (um, guess who's going to Japan for two weeks this May?!), I won't receive that scholarship, I'm not going to be picked for an interview much less for the job, he's too cute to be single. There's some persistent feeling of inadequacy that I haven't been able to grow out of, and it stops me before I even start.

I don't like asking "What have I got to lose?" when the answer is "A piece of my dignity/self-esteem." Which leads into...

2 – Learn to forgive myself for my mistakes and leave them behind me for good.
The transition to a new year is a good time to wipe everything off the board and give it a good wash. There are things I've done that I've struggled to make peace with myself about for one reason or another. Self-harm, the lies that came with it, my ex-boyfriend and all the secondary mistakes I made while I was dating him. Any time I've broken a promise and let someone down, including myself.

Not anymore. The person who made those mistakes does not exist anymore. And even if she did, she would be every bit as Forgiven as I am. It is time to finally put it all in the past where it belongs, and move on.

3 – Learn to listen to myself, and keep in touch with my emotions.
I've gotten a lot better at this in the past couple of months, but it needs to become a failsafe habit. Because I have slipped up a couple of times this break by going for the sugar when I should have asked myself why I was so frustrated at my brother and to a lesser extent my mother. Instead of taking out that frustration on eating candy (although, it was chocolate-covered fruit-flavored pieces – can you really blame me?), I should have asked what had me so irritated, why it irritated me, and what I could do about it. Since I don't have a job, much less a place I could move into, there isn't much I can do about my living situation or what food is actually in the house. And no matter how much sugar is in the house I always have the choice to resist, no matter how tempting it is. My brother is pretty much the way he is; any attempt I can make to change him is almost guaranteed to end badly for me, because he has a habit of running to hide behind Mom. Any attempt I've made in the past to get Mom to buy less candy (specifically for me, as in Easter baskets) hasn't been received well.

So it's all on me to deal with the issue, and the solution is very simple; just don't touch the junk. Yeah, it doesn't get me anywhere. But giving in to temptation doesn't get me anywhere productive, either; it only gives me a rush-and-crash followed by guilt and paranoia about fat gain. Obviously, this isn't an anxiety that I need.

4 – Get toned!
Since I'm an American, and a woman, I suppose it's practically obligatory that I put some image-related resolution here.

I'm well aware that I'm relatively skinny already. Granted, I've probably gained a few pounds since being home, but that's beside the point. I'm making no weight-related resolutions – I'm making a body composition-related resolution!

I can build strength, but I've never noticed that I can develop muscular definition. Perhaps I've managed to become slim enough now that any muscle built from this point will actually show up, but eh... We'll see how I manage with my PE class this semester... And if that turns out to feel inadequate, a friend at college has volunteered his triple-blackbelt services to whip me into shape no problem, else I die trying.

5 – Somehow, in some order – Read the Bible.
I've been picking and choosing random books/chapters to read all break, and that's all well and good. But I really would like to at least read through the whole Bible this year. I can't guarantee that I'll get everything out of it that there is to get out of it – and you're not supposed to get everything in the Bible at the first pass, anyway. It's a Living text; its meaning changes with time and with your circumstances. Song of Songs only meant anything to me last time I read it because I was trying to figure out what makes a woman beautiful. The past times I'd looked through it, it'd had very little meaning to me.

And in all things as much as possible, keep it simple.
~Sarah