All this marriage talk has got my head spinning. It seems everyone around me has been getting engaged or married. I guess it’s come to that point. When I was younger I knew the time was coming where I was going to start seeing all my friends get married. But never in a million years did I think that it would have started at 23. Even when I was 17, I thought that this phenomenon would start around my late twenties. How the hell did 23 become THAT year for me? This is ridiculous. I feel old AF and a little TOO young at the same damn time. The reality is that it’s finally time to accept the fact that it’s only gonna get worse. I’m gonna be losing a lot of friends, and family, to a significant other. I’m just gonna have to come to grips with the fact that it freaking sucks. My singleness doesn’t make the situation any better. Actually, if anything, it makes it all a million times worse. The more matches being lit, the greater the pressure is for losers like me to find someone.
I’m at the point where I kinda feel like I should start looking, but at the same time, screw it. I have a lot on my plate as it is. I have goals that are more important to me than anything. Sometimes I feel like having someone might just slow down my vision. But at the same time, the loneliness sucks. I hated coming home this winter break. I already knew what the conversations of every day would consist of in my house. My parents can’t last a day without speaking about me getting married and I absolutely hate it. I’m a 23 year old male, I have time, I’m not gonna be single forever (hopefully). The marriage talks literally make me want to just stay in Atlanta and never come back home. It’s so funny how fed up I’ve gotten to the point where I jokingly threat that I’m gonna just get married to a white girl without even telling my mom and she’ll just find out about it when we pop out a kid.
I just might follow through.