Maybe it’s because I’ve been incredibly unlucky in love, but I’ve been noticing a lot of my friends getting married. I mean, I’m 24. A lot of the people I know that are getting married are younger than me.
The first thing that comes to my mind is: Why in the fuck would you do something like that to yourself while you’re so fucking young?
Again, maybe I just feel this way because I haven’t found the right one, and maybe my views on the subject would change if I do find love soon…but really, there’s a lot of the world that needs to be seen, and so many things that you can only do when you’re young, single, and full of piss and vinegar.
Maybe I’m just pissed because a lot of my married friends are just becoming more boring.
Lord knows, if I do wed, I don’t want it to change me. We will be socialites. We will be envied for our vigor, our energy, and how we love. We’ll have a couple kids and a dog.
This is not to say that everyone who weds young is subject to my current diatribe…but the majority of the people I’ve known for the past few years and have wed are—maybe it’s just my frustration with this odd culture that Orange County perpetuates…or maybe I’m just a curmudgeon.
I’m not anti-marriage, but I am against the idea of it being used as a scapegoat into a new life. Marriage should extend your life and vitality—not divert your life and rob you of your vigor.
i think you’re framing the question in a manner that’s really self-defeating. for me, it’s not “why would you do that to yourself?” but “what makes me truly happy?”
and i know i limited my options when i proposed, but shit man, now i don’t have to do the stupid dating scene attached with being a twentysomething. i don’t have to go through the shit of weeding anyone out. i already found the best.
the ‘full of piss and vinegar’ thing you’re talking about? COLLEGE.
Dr. Daniele Zullino keeps glass bottles full of white powder in a safe in a locked room of his office.
Patients show up each day to receive their treatment in small doses handed through a small window.
Then they gather around a table to shoot up, part of a pioneering Swiss program to curb drug abuse by providing addicts a clean, safe place to take heroin produced by a government-approved laboratory.
hors d’oeuvres: deviled eggs, liver spread, pâté, stuffed artichokes, crudité, lavash and chickpeas with tomato, olive oil and basil
drinks: sixpoint sweet action, young’s oatmeal stout, apple cider
the main event: two turkeys (!), both fresh from the oven
the rest: stuffing with sausage and fennel; stuffing with apples, currants, and pine nuts; green beans with bacon and fried onions; mashed garlic potatoes; cranberry pickles; dinner rolls with spicy butter
and then you watch a little football and wait a little bit. maybe you have a whiskey or two.
It’s weird to be in a position where I know I could just pack my bags and just book the first flight out to New York. The main thing is that nothing is holding me down out here. I don’t really have any loose-ends to take care of, I could just leave at any moment based on the fact that nothing and no one is holding me back.
Then I start thinking, what if someone or something came around that would make me consider staying around?
It’s about 5-6 weeks until the holidays end and then I’d speed-up my efforts to move out east…what could happen in that time to make me reconsider?
Nothing really. In the place that I’m in, with the circumstances I’ve been given, nothing could stop me from moving to New York.
It’s kind of insane to know my convictions on the subject…it’s exciting.