25 and...

Sometimes I wonder if I am going to be 'that girl'. No, not 'that girl who tried to hurt herself' like in the MTV series, 'Awkward', but 'that girl' who never gets married. At my 10-year high school reunion I fear being the bubbly blonde who has had her run of relationships, but without substance. Without stability. The bigger question is...Do I want the other option? Marriage? Kids? A garage?

One of my favorite movies of all time is, 'Father of the Bride'. The way Steve Martin breaks down in the grocery store over hot dog buns is much like the way I picture my father reacting if I ever tell him I'm engaged. Ideally my potential husband will have spoken with my parents about my 'hand in marriage', but that doesn't prevent the dramatic reaction.

It's no surprise, but my parents confuse me. I remember telling my father last year, "I don't want kids." His response, "Why not? Didn't you have a good a childhood, Martha?" It has nothing to do with my childhood. My childhood was GREAT! I am the first born AND I'm a girl. ('Nuf said?) I remember thinking I don't want kids, because I am not sure if I even want marriage. But I digress...My parents confuse me because though they wonder why I do not want kids, when I mention that yet another friend is engaged they say, "Oh, well that doesn't seem very fun anyway. That doesn't seem like a good idea." Would they prefer me to be a single mother? I doubt it. But for argument's sake, come on!

I think living by myself has spoiled me. As much as I enjoy the company of another, I enjoy my solitude. I know what you're thinking--I haven't found the right one! I think I've actually found a few potential right ones. I've just had bad timing. How does that one Train music video open? "They say timing is everything." Perhaps 'they' were right. And as time goes on, I appreciate having my own life, by myself, more and more. It's probably just a stage and/or phase I'm going through, but I can confidently say I am not interested in marriage...today. Maybe when I'm 40. Maybe when I've finally gotten my timing right. (Or when Ryan Reynolds finally returns my phone calls.)

In the mean time...FBGM. Lol, kidding! In the mean time...more blogging, less worrying. Life's too short to get caught up in being 'that girl' or not. Now. Who needs a pb&j with the crusts cut off?