I kind of started ranting on one of my cousin’s Facebook posts… This doesn’t happen as often as it used to, but I still get embarrassed when I get all soap box-y on her or others. There are just a few things that really, really frustrate me and the article that she posted kind of poked at it. Mostly it is because I’ve been thinking a lot, recently, about what I want and how I can make myself be/feel happy and at peace. And how sometimes what I want/need is in direct conflict with what society and (some of) my peers tell me I need…
The article in and of itself is pretty harmless, but it touches on something that has always bugged me: self- or society-imposed deadlines that have to be met in order for us to consider ourselves really (happy/successful/etc.). And it’s absolute crap. One of the big ones is getting married and having kids by the time you’re 25. Back at home, that’s totally the norm. If you’re not married or have little kidlets by then, then you must obviously be hurting because you’re life isn’t 100% fulfilled. And for a while, I really did think that way and was getting depressed and dreading the fact that I turn 25 in less than a month (at the time, now we’re at 16 days and counting) and don’t have a husband or pod-ling. Until I stopped to think about it.
Do I want kid(s) right now? No. Not really. I don’t have the money to afford one and I’m quite honestly not at a place where I think I can give another (tiny) human the attention, love, etc. that it needs and deserves (hell, I honestly can’t even take care of a cactus…). Would I want one in the future? Yeah, I think. But only if I know that I could take care of it and give it the same chances/opportunities that I was able to have (and more) than I did when I grew up. That’d be only fair. But that’s at least 5 years in the future. And there’s nothing wrong with that (Let me get your pre-knotted panties untwisted for you: if you got knocked up and can take care of your kid or if you’re trying to have kids, that’s fine. I’m not condemning you in the least). Just stop making me feel like I’m less of an “adult” or that I’m somehow depraved because I decided that I don’t want to have kids (now and possibly in the future).
Another thing is that people need to stop jabbing me (physically or metaphorically, either way it’s annoying) about getting married. The boyfriend and I are happy with our current situation. Are boyfriend and I happy? Yes. Do we want to get married some day? I don’t know, maybe. Right now, we are still in the pretty early stages of a relationship and the only thing that would change if we were to get married is our tax status and my last name. Neither of those seem like really compelling reasons for matrimony. And, quite honestly, the only reason I’ve entertained the thoughts of marriage in the past is because I thought it was something I am supposed to do.
I honestly did not mean to have this turn into a rant. I know many wonderful people who got married and/or had kids at a “young age” (my mom was pregnant with my sister at my age, if I recall correctly). But when I have a conversation with someone from my past and the first thing is “So, are you married yet?” or “How many kids do you have now?”, I feel like I have to come prepared with an excuse. And I honestly feel like that is bs.
I’m (almost) 25. My ring finger and my womb are both empty. And I’m ok with that.