I’ve reached the stage in my life where I’m bombarded with the question ‘When are you getting married?’ Now, if you know me, you know that this question grinds my gears. But what makes matters worse is that it’s now followed by the statement, ‘you’re not getting any younger’. WHAT? I’m NOT getting any younger? And all this time I thought I was Benjamin Button. Thanks for clearing that one up.
I’m only 22. Don’t people know that we don’t live in Elizabethan times and we don’t have to get married before the age of 20 and pop out 5 kids before we turn 24. Am I right? I’m not ready to be an adult; I still eat Milo out of the jar for heaven sake. Seriously, if you feel ready for all those things then it’s all good, but if you don’t, don’t for one second feel bad about it.
Life is not a competition. We’re all running your own race so it doesn’t matter when you reach the ‘finish line’. It’s cool if you want to live your life getting to know yourself as much as you can, before you have to live it with someone else and getting to know them.
I get excited when I hear my friends or my cousins are getting married. Marriage can be beautiful. The idea used to scare me but it doesn’t scare me as much anymore. I’m just not ready at this moment and that’s okay.
When I do get married, I hope it’s lovely and I hope we can watch New Girl and Friends together and take spontaneous road trips and (similar taste in music would be a bonus). But for now, my betrothal will just have to wait a little longer.
Right now I’m starting out in my career, I’m partially saving up to see the world (ok, at least one country) and I’m finding out what I’m good at (Note to self: painting isn’t one of them).
So people, stop asking other people when they’re getting married, because when they actually are getting married, you’re going to feel awfully embarrassed when they give you a date and you find out you aren’t invited.