Nine hours
after the first one of our pack got married. Depressing. Not for the newly
married but for the hopeless spectator who views love with the utmost skepticism.
The love that my friend feels for and receives from her husband shows that I
can at least see a semblance of good in marriage. I just don’t think I’d be
happy if they were my nuptials. I can’t hang around one person for too
long—we’d mutually annoy each other to no end. I don’t feel inclined to fall
into this institution; certain people are good mothers, while more than the
majority are capable of bearing children. Just because you can doesn’t mean you
should. And what are the odds that you and that kid will be complementary to
the husband/man in your life?
A friend
earlier tried to emphasize the errors of my perspective arguing that I should
get married as “everyone is put on this planet for a reason.” "Yeah," I replied, "mine is to write books." That shut him up. I guess my priorities weren't what he expected.