Most of the time, the idea of living with someone, stamped on the forehead with the label of a wife, is repulsive to me. Most of the time, the idea of looking at kids screaming for the most unnecessary, dangerous, and stupid little colourful toy, is a nightmare I wish to not be a part of. Most of the time, the idea of having to be social at family “functions”, meeting long lost semi-in-laws, and more screaming children, ends up giving me a thought migraine and a nervous stomach.
The issue here is that, sometimes a thread of a bitch crawls into my head, through the insecurity breach, breaking my little almost-happy bubble, just so I can continue having that thought migraine, hanging on to my bare temples for a few damned days.
Why do I need to get married?
Why do I want to get married?
Do I? Nope. Not at all. I mostly believe that I can be on my own, and kick the bucket kind of early, maybe. Kinda. Phew. Talk ’bout death.
So, why do I need to get married? I don’t. Do my mother, her brothers, her sisters, their neighbours, my neighbours, some of my own friends, and their neighbours, random relatives, their neighbours who could also be random relatives, priests, random people in one whole locality, and mostly every single person who is older than me, think that? Yes. Yes they do.
Should I care? Most of the time, no. Sometimes, I do, even if I don’t want to.
So this post is essentially a puddle of questions and not so many answers.
When my snob of an uncle calls me and tells me, “Send one of your good pictures to +98762846728478361536,” I say, “Why?” and he says, “You don’t need to know that,” and I’m like, “OKAY? What.” As if I don’t know that there’s an angel of a potential mother-in-law who wants to see me, who has a son who works in the Americas as a software engineer… about which he tells me later, of course, I’m not like, psychic. Pfft. I wish I was though, I could have left the call unattended if I knew this was his intention. Mehnyway.
So I say, yeah, okay, I’ll send a picture. But not really meaning it. If I send a picture, this would mean I’ve given a positive signal that it’s okay for them to look for “suitors.” I said yes because I don’t want to cause a rift between my family members who want “only good for me.” (I honestly don’t know what they mean by that.)
One of my guy friends went through the same thing before me, and I was actually asking him to send his good pictures to the semi-cute whateverish girl, and I realized something after the phone call, that I was being one of the aforementioned characters who thought they knew better than anyone else. Ugh. Nnnnnnnnooooooo!
(To that friend, you know who you are, and I’m sorry.)
TBH, I just wanted to see him settled down and not end up alone like I might. (Who knows, I might invite you to my marriage in the next paragraph, haha. )
Sometimes I’m worried that there will be no one left to attend my funeral. Sometimes I’m scared as hell about the possibility of ending up alone when I’m older and no one wanting to hang out or even fuck me. But none of these fears outweigh the regret of being with someone you just don’t want to be with. I’d rather stay in this sort of uncertainty, than being in one endless Gordian knot of unnecessary people who won’t even let you divorce in peace, if ever the need is realized.
So what I mean to say is that, you don’t need to get married. That need is not yours. It’s everyone else’s. If you want to get married, that’s a completely different thing. And you can choose whether it can be a total random stranger who you kind of swipe right if you like their looks and their salary and their materialistic possessions (yay) or someone you actually fucking like.
Happy (un)married life!