Of the Different Modes of Acquiring the Non-Understanding of Things, or One Girl's Touching Journey Into Cynicism and Misanthropy
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Recently, (well today), I decided that I need to get married.
I'm actually a pretty happy well-adjusted single girl. I'm getting into grooming and yoga. I have intense friendships with passionate and beautiful people. I've been around and done some wonderful things. I am about to graduate, with a good job, a place I love, and two wonderful dogs.
I know it's probably wrong to think this way, but marriage is sort of the glaring empty box on my checklist. Besides hiking through South America, wrestling an alligator and winning, and getting over my phobia of crowded dance clubs.
The problem is I've passed the point where I love to do things by myself. Okay, there are still some things (eating garlicky middle eastern food, working out to bellydancing videos, and shaving my legs). But sometimes I see a sunrise, a star, or a fat person doing a bellyflop, and I turn around and there's no one there. Or maybe there is, but not someone I get to have sex with.
Or to spend Sunday nights with. I'd buy a groom to spend Sunday nights with.
Crunching conundrums, blasting boredom, eliciting criticism, languishing while laughing, blaming poetry (and/or the lack of) for all of my choices, leaving it to the stars or the people better equipped to handle it, cackling at catastrophe and saying sayanora to sourpusses and sore losers