Seriously...people my age need to stop getting married. Maybe I'm crazy, but there seems to be an obscenely large number of recent college graduates who have either gotten married or engaged in the last several months. Every time I read a new couple's engagement in the local newspaper, or see another "theknot.com" link...I throw up just a little bit in my mouth.
While I'm sure many of them are happily in love, I can't help but wonder if some of them are marrying for the wrong reasons. Transitioning out of college can be scary (note: see last blog), and perhaps a marriage is a nice pillar of structure to lean against during these uncertain times.
Perhaps some women marry for the financial support. Perhaps some marry in attempt to feel more mature, or because it feels like "the right thing to do" after college. ("Look Ma, No Hands!" has turned into "Look Ma, I'm Married Like a Real Adult Now!"
However, young marriages suffer. A significant portion of the divorce statistic belongs to those who marry between the ages of 18-23. Do I take comfort in knowing that many of these young marriages that make me nauseous won't last? Maybe. Does that make me a bad person? Not really.
Why do I suddenly feel like a minority to be single? Is there something wrong with me, do I need to attend SA (Singles Anonymous) meetings? ("Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm...*gulp* single.")
No, there is nothing wrong with me. In fact, being single should be celebrated. To quote Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City (aka My Holy Bible):
"Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn't one occasion where people celebrate you ... Hallmark doesn't make a 'congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy'card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?"
I have to say I absolutely agree with her. There should be a celebration in being single. It means you aren't marrying for money, or out of fear to be alone, or settling because you don't think you can get - or deserve - anyone better. Being single means you are comfortable in being alone, in being YOU.
People are often boggled by my single status. While part of it results from several dating fiascos - and my uncanny ability to find and be attracted to the wrong guys - a large part of it results from my refusal to settle. I don't need a guy to validate my self-worth. If I really wanted a boyfriend, I could have one. (Not to sound cocky, I'm just saying...)
However, I am a human being, and I do crave love. I love to love. I'd love to have a boyfriend to tickle fight, cuddle with on a lazy Sunday, have snowball fights with, to freaking make funny faces while they try to kiss me...stupid, dorky crap like that, because that's me, that's who I am. I'm a romantic, cynic, dork...all wrapped up in a delicious blonde-bimbo midget package.
I'm rambling...so I'm gonna stop. Plus I'm hungry as hell, my stomach is getting very angry with me. Toodles for now.
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