The Griffon News

It is definitely springtime. Finally, the flowers are in bloom, the bugs are out and crawling and many of my friends/acquaintances are either pregnant or getting married. Both of which worry me.

First of all, I really don’t like bugs, and the thought of domestic life bugs me.

A few months ago, one of my good friends, whom I know like the back of my hand, called me and told me what I had known for at least a week. She had gotten married a few months earlier. Mind you, this is the same friend who cried on my shoulder one night last summer at the Taco Bell drive through about how she was destined to be that lonely old woman with 25 cats.

While doing some late Christmas shopping together, she told me she was five months pregnant. Once again, I had suspected that she was with child, but not five months along. I was immediately nauseated at the thought that my friend was going to go through the terrifying transition from regular woman to mommy. I still hadn’t adjusted to the fact that she had a different last name.

At least five times within the past few months I have been pelted with facts that people I know are pregnant, having children and getting married. It’s all enough to make my head cave in. Just thinking about being domesticated and strapped to a man and child forever makes my tummy hurt.

Personally, I am not ready for settling down with the husband and kids gig. I want to travel the world and fly free until arthritis or a stroke takes me down. Of course, I have been planning my wedding since I was about 14. However, that wedding is now starting to look like a retirement community and me being pushed down the aisle in a wheel chair.

People who get married before the age of 25 are nuts. Since I can’t dictate my fate and I am not quite 25, I will leave the possibility open. Maybe I will join the throng, probably not. I can’t even stand to have a roommate because I am so anal about my home.

After voicing my concern about the marriages and pregnancies of my friends to a friend who doesn’t live in the Midwest gave me hope. She said that it is a Midwest thing and that a lot of people in the rest of the country are waiting later to get married. That is what I had read in several surveys. And the women on Sex in the City were all 30-ish and single; I
thought it was normal to get married after 25.

The 25th year is such a milestone. It is like turning 18 or 21; big things happen. Many people are out of college by 25 and have a good sense of who they are and what they want out of life. Before then, many people are unsure of things at best. Perhaps I have vested too much stock in being older. I look forward to turning 30 and finally really being an adult. Maybe at 30 my biological clock will start ticking. Until then, I will make sure it remains unplugged. Sometimes love doesn’t wait for age. So to those who are married and pregnant before 25, you have my respect; I could not be in your shoes. I will keep my Adidas on and keep running from it.