As I have now graduated from the world of the twenties into the world of the thirties, there are some interesting observations that I’ve made so far. The first is that apparantly it becomes a full blown faux paus to be single and thirty. Im not sure if this is more of a southern faux paus or just a general one. I feel like I look great and I feel great but the rest of the world sees me as a pathetic schoolmarm in need of a hug and few hundred cats. When did we revert back to the 50′s? I choose to be single because I didn’t want to be twentysomething and working on my second or third marriage. I have friends that are starting out their second marriages and haven’t even reached thirty. Really? Seriously? When you are looking at a 50% divorce rate, you ain’t looking at real good odds. And yet, even when this is our modern reality, it never fails that someone will say the dreaded, “Don’t worry. You are still young enough. You’ll find someone soon”. I literally want to smash these people upside the head. I really want to be in a loveless marriage with someone whose mere presence makes me throw up in my mouth a little, just to say I’m married. I’m just not the marrying type. So sue me. I don’t dream of white wedding dresses and cakes and my groom at the alter. I dream of finding a partner and someone to spend my days with, but who says I have to marry him? You can walk away from a break up, not so much from a marriage. Coming from two parents that have seven marriages between them, can you really blame me? Jeesh. So to all you single haters out there, LAY OFF. While you are procreating and lying next to someone who snores like a freight train and uses your tooth brush, I’ll be having fun jumping out of a plane or getting the best first kiss ever. To quote the brave and wise Mr. Jon Bon Jovi, “it’s my life, bitches”. Okay, I added that last part. Stay tuned……..more rants coming soon!
I hear you! I turned 30 last May and lo! and behold! its impossible to be at a party and not hear one of your well meaning friends say ‘when are you getting married”…. “the clock is ticking..” Same thing with my mom. It’s come to a point where im dreading calling her. Sometimes it makes me feel there is something wrong with me. But no matter how much i examine my whole life there is nothing wrong with me! in fact im sure of it and ive come to the conclusion there is definitely something wrong with them. Hahaha!