Are we a little Young to Get Married?
I went home to attend a wedding. My sister’s best friend’s wedding. That’s not particularly odd, until you consider that my sister is 16 months younger than me and her friend isn’t much older than her. Two people about my age got married. That’s pretty terrifying.
It’s just another sign of growing up when people you knew in middle school are getting married, but as I watched the ceremony and the first dance and the cutting of the cake the reality of it all hit me. They were up there making a lifelong commitment and if they were to back out of it, there would be a painful and possibly lengthy divorce. That’s pretty heavy.
I can’t imagine making a decision like that. Or even ever getting married. Ever. Makes me wonder about the whole idea of marriage. Not if it’s what people should or shouldn’t get married, I would never try to make a decision for someone else (to each their own, live and let live, all of those sorts of things). I’m wondering if I’m compatible with something like marriage. I’m definitely not mature enough to make a decision like that… unless by realizing that I am… but then I’m not because I reached that conclusion… etc., etc. But seriously, will I ever be mature enough to make a decision like that? Regardless of whether or not I decide to ever get married. Doesn’t seem likely.
I think I’ve gotten less mature since I’ve come to college. A lot of the jokes I make are definitely more immature. When a CA (what we call RAs) is on duty, I usually make some pun out of it. “Gross! Duty!” A friend of mine blows out a candle? “Haha! ______ blows!” A friend of mine makes slurping noises with a straw? “Haha! _____ sucks!” Someone is number 69 when waiting for food? You get the picture.
Now for something that’s kind of related that’s been on my mind. I can’t stand most of the girls I used to be involved with, I’d prefer to forget all about them but I can’t. There are one or two that I still cherish, but I’m wondering if I care about them as they are now or some ideal version of them. It’s difficult to tell. Would the real ones put up with my immaturity or would only the ideal ones? Maybe the ideal ones would kick my ass and make me grow up. Would that be a good thing? Psh. These are just the sleep deprived musings of a guy who doesn’t know how to grow up.
