Would you confess if we asked
That you nurture the urge
To declare that it’s time
To settle down
With a man of your own
You want a baby
A piece of security?
Shut your mouth
Try not to panic
Shut Your Mouth, from Beautiful Garbage, by Garbage
This quote summarizes some of my – very short – recurrent dialogues with people I haven’t met in months as well as those who simply expect news at all costs. What better topic to bring up than settling down, starting a family, going through every step you’re supposed to take in life?
I ask myself: are we truly supposed to make certain decisions?
Moving in with your partner if you’ve reached a certain age, you’ve got a good job, planning on a family or a wedding seem like sensible choices and inescapable ones at the same time.
I’d really like people not to stare at me when I don’t have a satisfying answer to these questions and think I’m unnatural in some way.
I’m freaking thirty, I’m in a happy relationship and planning none of the above eagerly-awaited life events. Period.