Getting Married

No, not me. Everybody else.

Okay, not quite everybody. But lots of people. I guess that once you've graduated college, that's the thing to do. But why?

I'm not complaining or anything. While I'm happy for anyone who has found their soulmate by the age of 22, I honestly don't wish I was getting married. I'm content in knowing that marriage is not on my to-do list for the near future. I'm not anywhere near ready for that sort of thing.

In fact, most of the time I still feel like a kid. Not in the sense that I want anybody to take care of me, or that I can't think for myself. But in the sense that there are tons of things to see and plenty of experiences to be had before I want to tie myself down to any serious responsibilities. And besides, aren't you supposed to have some kind of profound revelation about life before you are mature enough to get married?

I'm not usually cynical. Really. But I can't help wondering if all of these people know what they're doing. Have they been in enough other relationships to be sure that they are marrying the right person? Have they taken the time to decide which qualities they want in a spouse? And if even the answer to those questions is yes, how can a 22-year-old be sure that they won't be an entirely different person by the age of 32? Or 42? Just saying.

By the way, when I finally do get married, I'm pretty sure I want to elope. More spontaneous, more economical, and less opportunity to change my mind. Of course, this will be after I've had my profound revelation, so I'll be old and wise by then, and maybe even decisive. (If my future husband is lucky, maybe I will even become less accident-prone.) Stay tuned.