Why Do We Care?!

This is going to be a somewhat frustrated blog post. Because I am frustrated. This topic frustrates me. I wanted to write something similar a long time ago but I never got around to it. However, I think this entry will be more frustrated than that one would have been. Anyway. This will be whatever it ends up being.

So what is it that frustrates me? Sexual experience. Why the fuck do we care? And by that I mean, why do we care about the experience of others?

Why does it matter whether someone has had sex with one person or four people or thirteen or none? Why does it matter whether a person has had sex with one or more people at the same time? Why does it matter what sexual things a person has done and with whom? Whether a person has had sex only with people he or she has been in relationships with or whether a person has casual sex or whether a person is waiting ’til marriage or for the right person. Why the fuck do we care?

LITERALLY, the only thing that matters, is that you are okay with your own experience. If you’re happy with having casual sex then why should you change that? If you’re not happy with it, well you can’t change what’s been done but you can change where you go from here. If you know you’re waiting for the right person then screw what people think, you wait for that right person and it will be worth it!

But the thing is, we do care what people think of us, and we do care about others. Some guys will always brag to their friends about their conquests, regardless of whether the friends asked or not. Some girls will always discuss the last guy they slept with with their friends, regardless of whether the friends asked or not. People will always tell someone that they’ve done it for the first time. People will always have to listen to someone say they’ve done it and thus be forced to acknowledge the fact and respond appropriately. And “appropriately”, in most cases, is NOT “I literally do not give a fuck about your sex life.” 

People are nosy. And that’s annoying. I don’t want everyone to know my business, and I don’t want to know everybody else’s. And I know I’m not the only one. But people will always tell and people will always listen, and people will always gossip about things. But why does it have to be someone else’s sex life?!

Why can’t we all just stop talking about numbers and what’s been done? I’m not saying we should shame sex – god no, because that’s still caring about it! I’m saying I wish people would stop caring. Stop making a big deal out of it. No one should have to feel any sort of way for being a virgin at a certain age or having had a higher number of partners by a certain age or ever. Because it’s nobody’s damn business anyway.