met aya yesterday at my parents friends' kids wedding (ho crap i have not any idea where to/not put apostrophes in those four words) thank god, where we counted our 'wounds' when meeting with our parents' friends and how young the couples' guests were (2-3 years older tops)
wounds= that question that follows you like poop stuck on your shoe when you're in your 20's at a frickin wedding.
at first it was amusing, but now it's just annoying.
and i'm just starting to enjoy dressing up to a friends' wedding where i actually know people.
then after they pop the damn question, they always follow it up (or,not rarely,boast) with their amazing story of their successful off springs who are simply delightful with all their academic accomplishments and is/set to marry next spring or something.
like i give a fuck.
yes there are still those hopefuls that wishes to marry young, but these days it's not uncommon to not really bother about your marriage age.
it could be nice to marry young.
could. as an option.
my parents married when they were 32 and had me when they were 34 and i don't see them wishing they were 20ish when i was a teenager to become buddies with me or something like that. i mean, i can even hold a decent conversation with their friends and i don't even come close to their age.
or maybe it's just me.
meh, i don't know, i could be blabbing aimlessly, but when thinking about those (esp the girls) who marry young, thats one of the first things that pops up in my head.
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