Waiting for a Man to Rescue You Makes You Lazy
I believe that when you expect a man to rescue you...ultimately through marriage...you become lazy.
You end up dilly-dallying your days away, waiting for your financial savior. You avoid trying fun things out of fear that they’ll linger in your background the way cars accumulate mileage.
You hesitate. You refuse growth because you worry about outgrowing the average man, which would further shrink your pool of potential rescuers. Most men, after all, want someone lesser—someone they can rescue. You cannot be rescued by someone you’ve already surpassed.
You flee from character development, frightened that your personality might scare him off, overwhelm him, or make him look inadequate beside you. No man wants that.
You repel challenges that could spark change because... what if you do change? What if, one day, you no longer desire men or rescue with the same intensity—because, without realizing it, you’ve rescued yourself?
Suddenly, you see how much you would have lost if a man had saved you earlier. You would never have discovered the joy of lounging lazily on your bed in nothing but a wrapper, no underwear in sight. You wouldn’t know that you actually dislike cooking, find it stressful, and would happily outsource domestic chores.
Had a man claimed you sooner and turned you into his domestic staff, you’d never have experienced the thrill of dressing up, hitting the club with your girls, and stumbling home at 3 a.m.—exhausted but fulfilled.
You would never have felt the pride of your first big-girl salary, realizing you could ease your family’s burdens and support your loved ones.
You would never have uncovered the depth of love you hold for yourself if you’d outsourced that love to a man years ago, doting on his fickle validation and human flaws.
When you wait for a man to rescue you, you become lazy. And in that laziness, you miss out on the pure fun of becoming more—of simply being more.
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