The Marry Month of May

I wanted to get married at 27. One of the reasons was because 2005 seemed like a good year to get married. Rather, it sounded like a good year to get married. 2006 didn't sound too good -- I don't particularly like the number 6. And 2007 was, well... it seemed a little bit too late.

Then 2007 rolls around with no marriage prospects in sight. Despite being attached now, marriage is a loooong way off. A distant future. A remote possibility.

Londongirl visited from, well, London, and we got together: her, J and I. Three would-be spinsters. Londongirl wondered why we were nowhere near matrimonial bliss. Were we that bad? J is just about ready to throw in the towel by the end of the year if her SO doesn't propose by then. Me? I just sat there wondering, why do women think getting married is the end-all and be-all of their existence anyway?

Ok, maybe it was sour-graping, or rationalization, but really... a lot of people out there think everything will be nice and pretty when they get married. But it won't. I realize now that it's just another phase, it's just another struggle. I'm not saying I don't want to get into it for those reasons. What I'm trying to say is that myth, media, fairytales... they're all trying to sell us happy-ever-after.

Uncle Priest said there's no such thing as a perfect marriage. It's all about perfecting it. And no one gets it right ALL the time. Like I said, it's a struggle. It's a cycle.

Then there's the question of why get married if I don't want to have kids anyway? Ugh. I will have to ruminate on that some more. Then again, don't single people have bigger tax deductions? Hehe.