Why I’m Not Married

Most all of my friend and family members these days are married.  I’m sort of the lone wolf in the pack and I have family members asking me, “So when are you going to get married?  Are you not interested in love?”  Others will tell me, “Oh you’ll meet yourself a nice girl soon!”  The thing is, my family doesn’t understand me at all.  I’d like to talk about love and relationships as they exist in my rather neurotic mind.  This may sound like a vast intellectualization, but I assure you it’s not.  This is way too complicated to explain to a family member during a Christmas dinner, but if I take some time this morning, I suppose I could give a brief outline of what goes on in my head.

I easily understand love and relationships in other people’s lives.  I understand people in general.  I’ve read a lot of psychology, neuroscience, cognitive science.  I see through people.  I really do.  But my own mind is something strange.  There’s all these intellectual tangles and the only way I can think to describe it is to ask you to imagine a large rock with thousands of ropes and hooks attached to it.  Then at random times different forces are pulling on the different ropes in different directions.  In the end, the rock (me) jiggles in place but never really moves.  But what are these ropes pulling me, conflicting with one another?

On the one hand I’ve studied a lot of evolutionary psychology and I oftentimes look at the human race in the same way I would an animal.  I think of the reasons people are attracted to one another and I have a really really hard time respecting human love.  We have all this evolutionary baggage and most of the things driving attraction between people is based on ridiculous things.  I read all kinds of psychology journals and look at the statistics of how people behave and why we do what we do.  I stare at it all and think, “Do I really want to get involved in this mess?”

On the other hand, I hold these almost deeply religious beliefs.  Underneath that mechanical meat-bag is this personal subjective consciousness.  There’s this great mystery when I look at another human being and think, “That person is like me.  She sees me with her eyes.  She feels the pains and joys of this world.  She’s alive.  Sentient.  Aware.  Conscious.”  I think about protecting that person from the pains of this world and trying to make them happy.  I reflect on things from that perspective and then love becomes the most important thing in the world.  To find someone.  To build your world together.  To share what you can.  To grow together.

One side is pulling on my right arm, the other on my left arm and I don’t move at all.  They both seem equally true to me.

I think a lot about whether love is a passion or an act of will.  I’m always thinking about whether free will exists or not.  Think of it this way.  If I put a drug in your drink at the bar which made you fall in love with me, what would you think?  It’s no different when I study the human brain and see through what makes us attracted to one another.  I see all kinds of irrational influences at work and it no longer feels real to me.  It’s not genuine, pure, beautiful.  On the other hand, I wonder if free will does exist, and I think of this almost divine being in this world coming up to me and offering to spend our short lives together.  I’m taken back, almost at a loss of words.  Me?  Really? ME?  Why me?  Of all the people in this world, you’re really choosing me?  I’m not anybody special.  I’m totally honored and in awe.

So you may say to me, “Jason, quit thinking so much about it.  It’s about friendship.”  Is it?  Then we can just be friends.  I’m not in need of anything.  I don’t need anyone to support me.  I don’t even really need much helping getting through this life.  We’ll get together every now and again, hang out, and we’ll leave it at that.

How about sex?  Women are beautiful, but with me there has to be genuine love or I’m not making love to you.  A real relationship.  A real friendship.  To feel comfortable, to feel we belong together.  All of that.  So, all of this other stuff needs to be sorted.

My head’s full of contradictions.  I want a place where I’ll always belong, but then again, I want to be self sufficient.  I want to be a source of life in and of myself, yet sometimes I wonder if I should accommodate a love interest in there.

In a lot of ways relationships scare me.  This is where I get a little embarrassed.  I think of being with a woman who goes crazy spending all my money and my eyes pop out of my head.  I come home and there’s this expensive car in the driveway, or I see all my money being wasted on expensive handbags and shoes.   If it’s her own money, fine.  If it’s my money, that’s fine up to a point, but there’s a fine line.  If she ever went too far I’d be quick to say, “You work and buy your own things, or get out.”   Freedom is very important to me, and if all my money was blown, I’m forced to work more and more.  I’m not typically fond of most forms of work, and I’m not working two jobs to support someone else’s stupidity.

I wonder if I’d ever make a good husband.  I think about whether I want people in my life if they drink a lot of alcohol or have other bad habits.  Do I have the strength to help support them?  I’m not really into most “romantic” things.  I try to imagine myself cuddling on the couch with someone and realize how much I don’t want to waste my night doing that.  I’m not a family man either.  I imagine having to visit in-laws and aren’t thrilled with the prospect.  I have friends and I always hear about arguments, jealousy, psychological abuse, and other things they’re enduring.  All in all, I find myself wondering how much of that I’d tolerate.

The older I get, the more successful I’m becoming.  I grow more wealthy and I have the things I want.  I’m pursuing the mysteries of the cosmos.  I have exciting career prospects.  Everything gets better and better.  More and more is competing for my time and attention and most women seem far less appealing than they once did.

Women my age oftentimes have little children running around from a previous marriage.  Do I want to raise someone else’s little rugrat?  What if the child will grow up and not respect me as the father figure and authority of the household?  I could have peace and quiet out in my cabin studying what I love, or deal with a screaming, ungrateful brat which I have to drive to soccer practice each afternoon.  So should I spend my time studying the universe, working on interesting technology and what I love, or should I choose to deal with all of that?  The choice is not very hard for me.

I have this vision where I’m in my cabin trying to research quantum field theory and these little kids are running in and out, in and out.  They’re screaming and the dog’s chasing them.  They knock over my things.  The dog urinates on my bookshelf.  My wife’s yelling back at them, trying to get them to watch television, play games, or go outside.  I’m just there, trying to plug my ears and escape it all.  I have absolutely no desire whatever for that life.  I’m the type of person who would never come home.  I’d spend all my time at work, and then go out with my coworkers that night.  I never want children.  At all.  Ever.   I don’t think I could be a loving parent.  A loving husband, yes.  A loving parent, never.  The desire is not there and never will be.

The most important thing in a relationship is probably to have a common purpose.  Common goals and interests.  Deep friendships and bonds.  The more I learn and the smarter I become, the more I desire to be around people who have invested the same amount of time and energy into their education as well.  The prospects of finding someone of that quality goes down with time, as does my incentive to find them in the huge haystack.  I feel like it’s less and less likely that I’ll find someone who shares my love of economics, philosophy, history, physics, and other sciences.  Someone who I really feel gets me, and I get them.

Sometimes when I think of romantic love, I see it as a very high risk, low return investment.   It asks a lot out of me, but I don’t feel it pays well.  Then again, I do sometimes get lonely when I’m out for my long walks.  I do wish someone was there walking with me.  Someone who’s always there, who understands things, understands me.  Respects me.  Appreciates me.  If a woman treated me like that, and loved me, I’d always be good to her.  Even if things went sour, if she’d been there for me in the past, I’d work things through with her.

But I just don’t know.  I have all these conflicting ideas to sort out in my head.  It’s work to sort it out, and I have other things to do.  I oftentimes tell my best friends that I’ll never marry.  I’m almost sure of it.  That’s not because I’m uninterested, but because I don’t think there will ever be a time where I’ll want to put the effort into making it happen.  Things may change, but I’m already climbing up in years.  I’m no young chicken.

8 thoughts on “Why I’m Not Married”

  1. Hi Jason,

    you wrote the article with such honesty 🙂 I feel that relationships are extremely complicated too and it is very difficult to find someone who is truly compatible and has the same feelings for each other. In the end it’s whatever works for you. But you should sort it out even if it is difficult to do so. Perhaps for a true peace of mind?

    1. T Dude,

      I hope I’m able to sort things out. In my case, this issue is part of a much bigger one — does free will exist? I wonder about myself and whether I’m free to direct my life. I study a lot of science such as physics and neuroscience, and I find myself wondering about a lot of things. It’s all so confusing. I learn about things like vasopressin receptors and oxytocin and wonder what love is. You can take different mammals, such as prairie voles, and look for these receptors in their brains. If they have a large number of vasopressin receptors they will be faithful to a single spouse and raise and support their offspring. If they have much fewer, they are unfaithful and run around. We have the same mental structures as these other mammals. So what am I, the scientist, supposed to think about it all? There’s just a thousand things like that.

      Peace of mind may be a bit like sitting out in a stream, meditating. The water is clear and sits still as you calmly examine your mind and your own thoughts. Then you stand up to do something else and you stir everything up. The water gets muddy, but it’ll clear back up in time. To change, to grow, maybe we have to stir things up from time to time?

  2. I’m majoring in science and I’ve used to do some reading on evolutionary psychology too. It is indeed very confusing just like you said. It gets even more confusing when emotions are involved. They say its purpose is there to ensure our survival. So there is a reason as to why we have to feel miserable when we are rejected or experienced a rough break up in a relationship?

    It’s been a long time since I’ve done reading about this subject, but if you know any interesting books/articles/scientific papers to read about this, please recommmend them to me.

    Yes I believe that we all learn a lot from our experiences, especially the bad ones. So we’ll achieve peace of mind when we realize what the purpose of all this stirring is all about?

    1. I didn’t really have those sorts of emotions in mind when I wrote this, though I suppose they would apply when thinking of a commitment to raising offspring. I’ve never applied evolutionary psychology to rejection. I’d have to think about it. I’ve never seen any research papers on it.

      I’d recommend a book by David Buss called Evolutionary Psychology: The New Science Of Mind.

      I would say that if you deeply understand the mind, you won’t think as highly of our emotions. A great deal of what goes on in our minds is irrational and causes so much unnecessary pain and suffering. But if you better understand your mind, you can at least understand what’s going on, oftentimes saving you a lot of trouble. You can know when things are genuine and when they are not. Things like that.

  3. I haven’t read any research papers on evolutionary psychology, but I’ve heard about some theory that we experience painful emotions when rejected because in our old small tribal societies from which humans originated back then, when a man is rejected, it would greatly reduce his chances of finding a mate to reproduce with because the other women would deem him as less desirable. As for being heart-broken after a break-up in a relationship, I don’t have an idea.

    Thank you for the book recommendation 🙂

    When I read about what you wrote about the mind, I am very much reminded about the teachings of Buddhism. I was born as a Buddhist, but didn’t really study much about the teachings until later in life when I was ordained as a monk at the age of 22. It teaches you to be mindful of yourself and thoughts. Equanimity is one of the four sublime states of the mind. It is one thing to know the theory, but a different story to be able to truly apply this theory to oneself. I am trying and I know it is not easy for me at this point in time and at the current state of mind, but it is the only option that I have. But I am sure that I will be able to get past this for sure. It is an experience common to many of us humans.

    Can science answer why it is necessary to have this irrational mind that causes so much unnecessary pain and suffering?

    1. T Dude,

      I decided to look through Buss’s textbook thinking about depression as it relates to rejection. I found this.

      “Evolutionary psychologist Denys de Catanzaro (1991,1995) has developed an evolutionary theory of suicide and tested his theory on many samples of subjects, ranging from the general public to many “high-risk” samples such as the elderly and those in a psychiatric ward. De Catanzaro’s central argument is that suicide will be most likely to occur when an individual has a dramatically reduced ability to contribute to his or her own inclusive fitness. Indicators of this dramatically reduced capacity include expectations of poor future health, chronic infirmity, disgrace or failure, poor prospects for successful heterosexual mating, and perceptions of being a burden on one’s genetic kin. Under these conditions it is at least plausible that the replication of an individual’s genes would have a better chance without him or her around. If a person is a burden to his or her family, for example, then the kin’s reproduction, and hence the person’s own fitness, might suffer as a result of his or her survival (Buss 101).”

      Inclusive fitness is about how many offspring the organism produces and supports. We’re gene machines obsessed with making copies of ourselves. A lot of our psychology revolves around the ideas of finding a mate and reproducing. I’ve always found it completely ridiculous. If you have problems with women, time and time again, and if you’re not able to contribute to the community, your mind will deem yourself a burden to those who share your genes, and your brain will eject chemicals like cortisol to put you in a sort of “low resource” mode. In other words, you just want to curl up in a hole and die. I had forgotten about an old post I wrote on this same sort of topic.


  4. Hi Jason,

    so all in all the very core of our existence is about securing a mate to reproduce. This is the source of bliss and at the same time also the source of suffering. So we are wired to become attached to things that weren’t meant to last anyways.

    I am happy to say that I have recovered since a long while now. I’m glad that I got over it quickly 🙂 But now, I’m stressed off with my thesis work instead now, hahaha.

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