More than half the year is over. And I continue to be in the weird phase of life where a lot of people you know are either getting married, or having babies. I received an invite to the wedding reception of an old friend day before yesterday. I didn’t know how to respond at first. In fact, I can’t even remember how I responded. This reminds me about a bad move I made today – sent my mother the link to a TIME article on the perfect age to get married.
Let’s talk about that TIME article actually. So according to them, research says that the best age to get married is between 28-32. I am 27 and my parents keep reminding me that it’s already too late. Sharing the article was my way of saying, “hey, I have not hit the best age yet, relax”. The second I shared it, I realized what a bad idea it was, because suddenly I remembered my age and the fact that 28 is not too far away.
I don’t know why it’s so hard for a lot of people to see that marriage is not a big milestone. At this moment, I am beginning to fear that maybe I have been blogging about the same issue far too much. But it’s been more than a month since I wrote anything, so it’s all right I guess.
I have so many other things that I have been wanting to do and marriage is hardly at the top of the list. Sure, there are times when I feel like maybe I should take the plunge, but hell, our mind is such a complex mess, there are more times when I have felt that I should just quit my job and sleep for the rest of my life.