There are things in this life that can sometimes bring a girl to tears that has nothing to do with the hypo-glycimic deficency or hormonal imbalances of life…nor does it have anything (really) to do with a guy…it’s the first sign of fall…the crispness in the air…a couple strolling down the street hand in hand…or your first wedding invitation in the mail that is not A) a relative or B) one you are standing up in. As the flurry of proposals and impending wedding season ensues, one contemplates their existance in the world of relationships. How can someone know they want to spend the rest of their waking life with someone, having not traveled the world, having not experienced a life outside of another, without a second thought? Case and point of why I am not the one engaged…I guess I have yet to find myself or my place in life…and how could I expect someone to want to spend the rest of their life with me if I couldn’t even tell you where I will be in the next five years? I have yet to figure out my existance, so it strikes me as ironic and somewhat poetic the amount of people I know who are getting married, getting engaged, or “seriously dating”…I find it very hard to comprehend how one can KNOW…which is probably why I am still searching, since i do not know.Dont get me wrong, I am all for the romantic in all of us, I am all for people finding soulmates and whatnot, and some people who got engaged I knew would be with each other forever from the first time I saw them together…there is just that “glow”…but seriously folks…how can you know oneself outside of another to know that this is the person you want to spend day in and day out with? I am all for the fairytale, but sometimes, reality’s a bitch.
Which is probably why this cynical romantic cried when opening her first wedding invite…and got a papercut…irony of my life…
