Tonight I was dining on a Fiesta Salad out with my mom when I overheard a group of girls sitting next to us talking about bridesmaid dresses. Lilac, to be exact. The girls looked to be about my age, and I started making fake-gagging noises to my mom about how it is "disgusting" and "stupid" when people get married so young (yep those are the first words that came to mind). My mom just replied "everyone's different." Since I've moved to NY, my negative feelings towards marriage have grown noticeably and irrevocably stronger.
One woman I babysat for is 28 and on her 3rd baby. I used to think of her and her husband as a normal couple-- 28 is normal to be married and having babies-- right? Then I graduated, and now that I'm 22, I don't know if I could imagine myself with a baby in six years. MAYBE, maybe, MAYBE - but definitely not with three! Two words: SOCIAL SUICIDE.
A lot of my friends are starting to get engaged and/or moving in together, and it's freaking me out. I remember in my economics class in my freshman year of college, the professor taught a whole lesson about the probability of meeting your husband/wife while in school -- basically, with the ratio of single men to women at the same point in their lives -- it was like a 79% chance you were going to meet the person you'd vow to spend the rest of your life with. I remember giving a sigh of relief I had 3.75 more years of college to find my husband. And, welp, that didn't happen. Unless I marry any of my ex-boyfriends (who, in their defense, I actually could have seen myself marrying at one point or another). Or somehow manage to turn any of my pseudo-gay friends straight... which would be a very chilly day in hell. Besides, I've self-diagnosed myself with ADHLD - Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Love Disorder - so, at this age, I'd probably get bored on the honeymoon and fly home early.
Long story short, I am quite content with being generally unattached and unengaged for now. Do I want to have someone to share things with? Yes. Do I want to be head-over-heels about someone? Of course. Do I want to start planning a wedding, complete with cheesy engagement photos (see above)? HELLLLLL to the NO. In NYC, this attitude is common-- no one would judge me by this. But I think a lot of non-NY girls pity me.
So, when those girls are miserable and pregnant by age 26, I hope to be with a hot(but not TOO hot!), semi-serious (but not TOO serious!) boyfriend, surrounded by good company and squeezing every millisecond out of my youth/unwrinkled skin.
Besides, do you know how much babysitters charge these days? An hour of babysitting is, like, a handle of cheap vodka (two hours and you can throw in a brita to filter that junk into Grey Goose).
Of course, my opinion on marriage may change next week.
Stay tuned, lovely readers, stay tuned.
1 comment:
Ok so I thought the abbreviations post was funny... but this one takes the cake. I so specifically remember hearing that stat in Economics and thinking the same thing as you.... and as you're older post said I'm def. in the category of repeat offender, so maybe theres still hope haha. Otherwise, I think I need to move to NY with you so that my jaded attitude towards marriage will look normal :) Love and miss ya.
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