maki2 said:
I don't feel an emotional need to be "in love", I don't feel a need for the physical side of it either. Mother nature had the say in that change. That actually made me feel happy and free now, as if I have been let out of some odd type of emotional prison that I used to dwell in. That former phase now seems like a very odd way of living, I am glad it is in the past and will not in my future.
Of course you might be still in that earlier stage of life and think...oh how horrible... but when you get there you will find out it too is its own great stage of life.
No one can tell you to quit thinking about being in love or finding love. But your body sure can make that happen.
I don't think it's necessarily a stage everyone goes through. My mother is 75 and she still misses her husband terribly six years after his death. My neighbor is a few years older and feels the same about her deceased husband. Another lost hers just this year, at 85, and is inconsolable. She married him at 16 or 17, worked with him in their family business every day, and retired very happily together with him. When her girlfriends would ask her out to a girls' luncheon, she would want to bring him along. She wouldn't even go to the grocery store without him. For some people, love and the presence of a cherished other is pretty much everything. Like two of the three other widows mentioned above, her life is completely different without her lifelong love, only perhaps even moreso, and she has no idea how to live now or what to do with herself. For some, life is nearly unthinkable without being in love.
And I don't think what you describe is ideal, either. It is merely something that works for some people, though not for others.
That said, I'm with you. But I realize how different that makes me. People often try to set me up with their friends, but I'm not interested. I'm happy to have friends, but don't need to see them, or anyone, every day.
Part of this is merely personal, a description of who I am now. Part is that society has relaxed its tight grip, at least somewhat, on both its expectations of what I as a person am supposed to do and who I am supposed to be. First of all I'm old enough that society by and large doesn't give a damn as long as I stay out of the way. I'm not expected to compete viciously for the corner office, have a better car and more and shinier things than the next person, or go out partying on the weekends and come back with stories about it to tell the crowd on Monday. Nobody cares whether I constantly chase the opposite sex and jabber about it, and if I don't, there isn't any contempt or ridicule about it, nor the leap to assume I must be gay. I'm older; there always jerks, but for the most part, all people ask is that I don't get in the way. I otherwise have very little "image" to live up to outside of being settled enough not to be impulsively jerky like a kid myself.
And the personal side of that is that I don't care so much if I don't meet expectations. For one thing, it holds little threat to me. I'm not in anywhere near as much danger of losing a job due to non-conformity, for example. And as to losing the personal approval of others outside the workplace, there is a very narrow band of people whose approval even matters to me in the first place, and they are content to maintain their individual opinions and not be swayed by crowds or the gossip of the moment, and I like keeping it that way. The rest, I'm pretty much fine with if they're fine with me, and if not, oh well.
In sum, I'm less vulnerable to people and their whims, prejudices, and gossip than I have ever been before, and I like it. I like it a lot!
For some people, that plus a loving partner would be ideal. For me, I'm as happy as I am likely to be, given all things within and without -- and believe I will remain happier -- just on my own. A few friends are nice, and I wouldn't mind a couple more especially good ones too. But I don't need to see anyone every day.
I do agree that the physical thing makes a difference. I was as crazed with lust as anyone when younger, but now that those hormones have slacked off, it's easier to enjoy life more. To paraphrase some author dude on that, my hormones made me feel like I was chained to an idiot for 50 years.