May 9, 2011

• Losing Your Virginity

  Originally sat down to balance my checkbook, but of course, I found another task too exciting to pass-up: a new blog entry. /yes, I do realize I am intentionally procrastinating and dawdling this precious free night away... I suppose the sooner I finish this entry, the sooner I get back on track. so here goes:

  It's been awhile, so I decided to visit (Xanga) - on xanga's main page, this article was featured: The Person You Lost Your Virginity To

  I remember when I was 22, I didn't see myself as terribly young and that I could make adult decisions. I may have looked it and in many ways, still haven't changed much today, but I sure didn't feel like a child. However, when I read these words from another 22 year old (and the comments that follow), I can't help, but be saddened at the decisions that are being made (and the emotional stuff that comes with it). The majority would summarize the entire issue to: "What is up with all the hoopla around losing one's virginity - so overrated." It's almost as if it's a natural path to growing up: to lose one's virginity, deal with the emotional baggage, and then simply walk away to continue on with life (hopefully without STDs). It'll also most likely be easier to engage in sex the next time around, too.

  Not sure what the point of this entry is myself. Just felt so heavy-hearted after reading someone else's experience (and having so many others view it as a normal part of growing up). It doesn't have to be this way - The Creator meant it to be something special. If people truly do love one another, why can't they just wait until a little longer? I would think love comes with honoring and protecting - if that's the case, wouldn't the best outward display of that love would be to guard the other person from losing their virginity to anything less than 'til death do us part"? Anything less than that is not worth not waiting for.

  I don't like risks - for me, waiting comes a little easier than risking. Can't imagine losing my first time to someone who will count it only as a memory, turn around, and then share the experience with another. I suppose it's no wonder that the youth of today seem a whole lot more guarded, a little more jaded, and see the "first time" as just that...just another "time".

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