Linda is away this week, Japan I hear, but Stream of Consciousness Saturday must go on:
Thanks to her lovely replacement,
I can write to the merit of how two is better than one…and I can do it, all while I have a massive headache too.
Okay, so I started to, but during a headache I do need sleep too.
Yesterday was a writing workshop during the day and the Santa Claus Parade last night, and then more sleep overwhelmed me. This means this SoCS post was started on Saturday, but is being finished up on Sunday. Not sure that counts anymore, but writing it anyway.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately on two things:
Whether the phrase “two is better than one” is really true in romantic relationships and with siblings.
Well, there’s the tough so-called feminist stance that people don’t need anyone else, that being alone is okay, that you don’t need another person to be happy.
Then there’s the continuous debates on who ends up the most well-adjusted. Is it only children or siblings?
I am not a scientist or a anthropologist or psychologist.
I don’t know what it’s like to be married, since I was just out of high school, all my life, as is becoming less and less common these days.
I don’t know what it’s like being an only child. I grew up with brothers and a sister. If two is better than one…well, we were four, but I don’t necessarily believe siblings need more than a few of each other, not that I would trade any of mine if I could.
Recently, the “one child per couple” law was lifted in China.
Catholics, historically always had eight, nine, ten or more children. If two is, indeed, better than one, then what about ten?
More isn’t always better. If you already have one amazing child…but wait, they are all amazing and it’s been just these past five years that I’ve seen just how much.
Humans aren’t good at just sticking with one of something, one cookie or one partner, as the case may be.
If one girlfriend or boyfriend, one husband or wife was good, as soon as it stops feeling so good, why not go out and look for another.
Being alone is easier for some people than it is for others, I’ve seen, but although human beings seem to find it difficult to share and live together in harmony, I believe we need each other.
I don’t like being alone. I would call myself a feminist, but I don’t like being by myself.
Does this mean I want to be with just anyone, even if it isn’t right or I end up feeling unhappy?
Of course not. Finding someone to share things with and with whom happiness is found is not easy.
One can be lonely. Hopefully, with friends and family and hobbies and things to look forward to, being one instead of two can be okay too.
It’s not easy to have the lack of control. You want to be two, as in a relationship, but that right person just can’t be found.
A couple wants more than one child, but their country or their own body just won’t allow it.
This is the sort of an out-of-control feeling that is the worst part.
Bless those who want to choose their single status or the amount of offspring they produce.