Children of the Dirt

There’s this beautiful Greek mythology that I would like to introduce all of you to, about Aristophanes which is also found in Plato’s Symposium. I’ve always seen animations and texts about it on Tumblr but I never thought to look into it till now. I quite like Greek stories about their Gods and Goddesses so it’s always been a small interest of mine. I even have a book about all the myths, which I am yet to read.

Let me start by telling you the story of ‘soul mates’ through pictures I found on Tumblr, see if you can figure out the story:

(Taken from Tumblr)

The story seems quite straight forward. According to the Greek mythology, humans were created in pairs with four arms and four legs. Zeus became jealous and split them apart. Humans spent the rest of their lives searching for their other half in order to feel whole again.

The version that I recently discovered and felt more of a connection with was Simon Rich’s (author of ‘The Last Girlfriend on Earth’) adaptation of the story:

“According to Aristodemus, there were originally three sexes. The children of the moon, who were half male and half female. The children of the sun, who were fully male, and the children of the earth, who were fully female. Everyone had four arms, four legs, and two heads, and spent their days in blissful contentment.

Zeus became jealous of the humans joy, so he decided to split them all in two. Aristodemus called this punishment “The Origin of Love”, because ever since the children of the earth, moon, and sun have been searching the globe in a desperate bid to find their other halves.

Aristodemus’ story though isn’t complete, because there was also a fourth sex, the children of the dirt. Unlike the other three sexes, the children of the dirt consisted of just one half. Some were male and some were female, and each had just two arms, two legs, and one head. The children of the dirt found the children of the earth, moon, and sun to be completely insufferable. Whenever they saw a two-headed creature walking by, talking to itself in baby talk voices, it made them want to vomit. They hated going to parties. When there was no way to get out of one they simply sat in the corner, too bitter and depressed to talk to anyone. The children of the dirt were so miserable that they invented wine and art to dull their pain. It helped a little, but not really. When Zeus went on his rampage, he decided to leave the children of the dirt alone. “They’re already fucked” he explained.

Happy gay couples descend from the children of the sun. Happy lesbian couples descend from the children of the earth. And happy straight couples descend from the children of the moon. But the vast majority of humans are descendants of children of the dirt, and no matter how long they search the earth they’ll never find what they’re looking for. Because there’s nobody for them, not anybody in the world.” 

I immediately felt a connection with the children of the dirt. However hard I searched, I just can’t find someone I’d be compatible with. I know I’m only 22 and haven’t met enough people yet, but there’s a part inside me that feels like maybe I’m not made to be someone else’s other half. Children of dirt are those who feel in content with loneliness. We may find someone to accompany us in life, however, it is in our loneliess that we feel as a whole. Our aim isn’t to find our other half but in fact, to find complete harmony within ourselves. I often joke about finding ‘the one’ and I have over a million photos of wedding rings, dresses and venues saved on my phone but that’s only because I like expensive things. I’m a materialistic person who’s more in love with diamonds than the reason behind them. Deep beneath these jokes and fantasies about an expensive lifestyle, lies the thought of providing these for myself, by myself.

I told my mum the other day that I wish I had £100,000 to buy my dream diamond ring. She laughed at me and when I questioned why she found this funny, she replied: “someone special has to buy it for you. You can’t buy an engagement ring for yourself”. Well why not? Why do I have to wait for someone to buy it for me? Why can’t I wear it without it being labelled as an engagement ring?

I’ve been in and out of relationships in the past. I have and am continuing to go on dates but I don’t actually want to. I don’t want to date, I don’t want to find a partner, I don’t want to get married, I don’t want to be in a relationship. I just want to be alone. Realistically, one day, I would like to settle down with someone, but I need that someone to respect my loneliness. I find comfort in being alone. I can’t stay at parties for long, I find it uncomfortable staying over at someone else’s house, I can’t chill with my family for more than an hour or two, I find it emotionally draining to be around people for a whole day. When I’m working, it’s fine because I enjoy meeting a variety of people or working in a team and my mentality at work is much more professional. However, as soon as my shift is over, I put my music on and zone out. I shut off from the rest of the world. This is why I am a child of the dirt.

I do not feel lonely without a partner, nor am I in search of one. If someone does enter my life, I have to feel the same comfort with them as I do when I am alone. I don’t want to feel pressured to talk, to do active things, to listen to lively music, to constantly message them or to constantly be around them. I want someone who will respect my need for space without doubting me. I enjoy being in this bubble where I can float around, socialise, date, and yet still make space to be by myself.

I am child of the dirt. I am not in search of someone to complete me as I feel like I’m already complete. I’m not the romantic type and I may not be able to find what I’m looking for, but at least, I don’t feel incomplete.

Let me know whether you’re a child of the moon, sun, earth or dirt.
Lola x