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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Friday, October 9, 2009 || 1:44 PM
I've always been the girl who says "I'm never getting married". Whenever people ask me, my response is always "nah, marriage is for suckers". And part of me (however big or small) really does believe that. I mean, look at all of these supposedly happily married people. They've all been married for years and they're miserable. All they do is complain about each other and give each other hell. Exhibit A: my parents. My parents have been happily married for 27 years. At this point, they know just about everything about each other. And it seems that "everything" is just enough to piss them off. I have a feeling that if they knew 27 years ago what they know today, I probably wouldn't be here. Maybe if people spent 27 years together and then decided whether or not they wanted to get married, maybe more people would stay together. Or maybe nobody would ever get married. Hell, I doubt they'd even make it to 27 years without wanting to kill each other. Case in point: my mother always complains about how my father doesn't help around the house. My father always complains about how my mother is always nagging him about not helping around the house. They have nothing good to say about each other to each other. Don't get me wrong, they love each other dearly. However, it's hard to think about how much you love someone when at times, it seems like their sole purpose in life is to annoy you into an early grave. But here's the thing. If anyone (including me) were to talk bad about my father, my mother would be on their ass like white on rice. Never mind that she was just saying the exact same things. No one is allowed to talk bad about her husband except her. And the same goes for my father. So who's really suffering here, you ask? Well that's easy. Everyone knows it's the kids. That's right, it's kinda hard to win an argument with one parent because every time you try to tell the other parent why you're right and they're wrong, they'll just be annoyingly supportive of their spouse. It's a vicious cycle, I tell you. So I know I always say I never wanna get married because marriage is for suckers. But nobody ever believes me. And that's because I don't even believe me. Because deep down, I wanna marry someone who'll love me unconditionally and annoy me until I wanna beat them senseless. I want someone in my life who will always be there for me, who will always defend me and who will be my best friend. Because at the end of the day, what's life without someone to share it with? For those of you who know me, you better savor this because I'll never say this stuff again =) Labels: friends and fam, personals, real life amazing |