Clinically insane.
As a single gal at my age, it's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that so many friends and/or people I know are married/engaged. I mean honestly, what's your rush?
You don't know at 19 that you've found "the one." You aren't even old enough to drink alcohol legally (in the U.S.), what makes you think that you found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with? Teenagers are all about indecision -- teenage girls change their clothes at least 3 times a day. And you think you can be loyal to someone for 60+ years? Silly.
Maybe I'm just a cynic. Or maybe I just don't understand? I would like to poll all those friends of mine, and every other engaged or married couple between the ages of 18 and 20, and see how many listen to Taylor Swift/podunk love songs, watch romantic comedies, and who have "be kissed in the rain" on their bucket list. Maybe then I'd have a better understanding of what they feel?
Perhaps I missed out on the l-o-v-e gene.
It's probably genetic. My parents marriage story proves this. To summarize:
Mom married Dad's best friend, with Dad as the best man. Had a son, got divorced. Mom started seeing Dad. Dad fought with Mom, packed a plastic garbage bag, went to live with his Mom. Got back together. Repeat. Repeat. Dad moves out. Dad asks Mom to marry him. She says she'll think about it. Dad invites her camping. They duke out terms and conditions to the marriage (move to Idaho, etc). You can fill in the gaps after that point. It's probably not an accurate portrayal of what happened, but then at least the story is interesting.
So I may be considered a cynical bitch. But I'm proudly not delusional. I wasn't brain washed into believing there's always a happy ending, a "Prince Charming" to come in and sweep you off your feet. My life isn't defined by a chick-flick, or the notion that if I'm single I'm going to end up in a van down by the river.
Stop complaining and fearing the single life. It's not bad.
Not bad at all.
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