Little did she know “settling down” has been on my mind A LOT lately. Partially due to the fact that my best friend is getting married and we’ve been dress shopping a few times in the past month. Mostly due to the fact that (whether I like it or not) ever since I was a wee-one, I imagined getting married and doing all those things married people do. Which is odd because I had no central man figure in my life growing up (which I have a post about coming up) and my mom never dated. Like never. Marriage wasn’t something I was actually exposed to as a child…it was still something I romanticized.
And let’s be real. Damn Pinterest is making me feel a little antsy about settling down. All those amazing wedding ideas just flashing themselves at me. OF COURSE I have to pin them…in a board I call “Futures.”
But at the end of the day, I know I’m not even ready for that. I have plans to move in the next year. I have a lot more to worry about, and it doesn’t involve lace sleeves and trumpet shapes. I still daydream. And I wonder when I know when I’m ready? I guess I’ll know when I’m asked. And for some reason this video made me feel better about it all. Like I’m not the only one…with fears of suburbia (see my Revolutionary Road post) and the urge to settle down.
(This post is part of an awesome series of awesome 25swf guest bloggers- read about them here!)
Guess what we are fortunate enough to be alive for????? 11.11.11! Yep. A date. That consists of a repetitious number.
Ok, so maybe that doesn’t seem like such a big damn deal to you but I bet you know at least one person who’s making a big damn deal about it! Afterall it really is a rare occurrence…a once in a century occurrence. Which translates into one of two things in this “neck of the woods” …
1.) People start stocking up their apocalypse bunkers, and praying at stop lights.
2.) They run to the altar, stop taking their birth control and start practicing procreation.
Regardless of which of these options you chose (or get suckered into by redneck brain wa[r]sh) you can be sure that for the next oh, 100 freakin’ years…you’re going to be asked…“Where were you on 11.11.11?”