Valentines day in your mid twenties means only one thing. Well, two things, first it is increasingly unlikely you will get a secret admirer sugar cookie. But what it really means is engagements, and in discovering these engagements it being apparent how many people around you are engaged.
I'm going to my annual wedding next weekend. Most of my close friends, they're not the marrying kind. Or really the relationship kind, come to think of it.
I fully support this whole commitment thing and everyone I know who's doing it but have never been more aware that I don't really know what it is, maybe that explains the absence of fantasy about it. I don't get what it means, being married, other than the obvious suggestion of monogamy. Even if there was some clarity on this, the meaning of "education" and "career" and "travel" as understood by the general population have little bearing on how it's gone down for me, so the relevance is questionable.
Everything makes me over think it and attempt to categorize. I don't over think much these days.
Ring, no. Giant house, no.
Kids, yes. Golden retriever, yes.
Making dinner for someone, yes.
Never traveling alone again, no.
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