The sentence "He/She stood me up" is not an easy sentence to say, let alone share with people on the internet. Yet here I am sitting on the couch writing about it for my article this week.
We all know that this is not a topic that likes to be talked about. No one wants to admit, "Today I got stood up by a (insert gender here). Things were going so great, or so I thought."
A week ago this happened to me. I was stood up. Now I know what some of you are thinking: Well that sucks. Others are thinking, This is going to be one of those, "I hate men" articles isn't it?, while the last third are thinking, This is going to be awkward isn't it?
I will respond to each of theses thoughts before I move on and actually write this article:
1. Yes it does suck.
2. No, it isn't. Men are awesome. It was just not my day.
3. I hope this doesn't make you feel awkward. If it does I am very sorry.
Anyway, why I have decided to write this article is because I think people should know how it feels to be stood up. What it feels like to sit in a park awkwardly and wait for half an hour before you realize, he isn't coming. The words I will use are as follows: mortified, angered and thankful.
Mortified:
When I got to the park tonight I sat and waited on a bench. People went by either on bikes or with their phones glued to their faces because of the new Pokemon game. I texted, waited, and texted again. You did nothing. You didn't show up and you didn't text back. This is when that word began to sink in. I was mortified. Mortified is defined as "To cause (someone) to feel embarrassed," ashamed, or humiliated. This is exactly who I felt. I was embarrassed because I had just rushed home from work, got fixed up, and hurried to a park for you. I was ashamed because for a split second I began to think I wasn't worth showing up to. I was humiliated because I had just done all of this for a guy whom I have only known a few weeks. It was ridiculous and I was ready to go home.
Angered:
As I began to walk home the second word became real: anger. I was mad because I had just wasted my night on something that was obviously too good to be true. I thought that I would be able to let someone new into my life and be happy with this person. None of this seemed to be true and this really made me mad. I could have stayed at home and spent time with my roommates. I could have made supper, or caught up on Netflix. I could have been doing something else that wasn't as ridiculous as being stood up in a park on a Saturday evening.
Thankful:
I became thankful when I was talking with my roommate that night. It may sound cheesy to say, but there are many more fish in the sea. This one was not meant for me. By being stood up I was able to realize that I deserve better. I deserve a man who will not stand me up. I deserve a man who will accept me for me. I shouldn't have to change my entire self just to find my fish.
In fact, we all deserve this type of person. We all deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. If a person stands you up, then it is their loss. They don't deserve you and you will find your fish.
I hope that one day I will find my fish; it was obvious that today wasn't my day. Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be. What we all need to remember is that we can't give up, we need to just keep swimming.
