Growing Up & Marriages
5 years ago, I was skeptical about fitting into the poly education and wondering if I’m going to survive the 3 long years. Well, seems like it isn’t that long, anyway.
Forward to 5 years later, which is now, you know, like RIGHT NOW, erm, I don’t mean TODAY per se… (okok, you get the idea) I’m about to complete my National Service (2 months! 2 months!), find a job, find a school (and get thru the fitting in thing all over again) and hearing wedding bells. Yes, you heard me right. WEDDING BELLS.
My cousins are getting (or got) married (and I just heard from my mum last night that a once-close male cousin of mine of the same age has gotten a flat with his gf.. gosh!) and I’ve been attending weddings like nobody’s business since last year. Thank goodness the ang pows are taken care of by my mum! And good thing I don’t have THAT many friends inviting me to their weddings (less burnt-pockets).
It HAS to be a growing up thing, hearing people around me ringing the wedding bells. The feeling isn’t anything like the ice-cream man enticing me to get a nice mint cone from him. At this stage, it’s more like a “OMIGOD YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED???!” The evolution (from a kid to a full-fledged adult) is too much for me to handle.
Don’t even get me started on shotgun-marriages. It’s very sad to keep thinking that anyone getting married around my age are results of failed safe-sex. Marriage is about bringing the relationship further, people. More commitment, more trust. Not just about sex and babies.
I don’t see myself getting married. It’s ridiculous for me to even think about it. Too far-fetched.
Anyway, as time passes (and we grow less young), we’ll hear more and more people settling down with their other halves. I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before we’re hearing about funerals to attend. Teeheehee.
You better invite me to the wedding!!!! *growl*




