Marriage and Moving out

so the sis packed her stuff and moved out on sun night. I came home to a particularly joyful bro-in-law shifting the cellophane-wrapped queen-sized mattress and directing the rest of the furniture traffic towards the lift.

the night b4, my parents sat the family down and discussed "family matters" which mainly consisted of, "so when r the two of you getting married ? HM?" Fortunately, I wasn't the next in line so I sought refuge by directing their questions at the other sis.

I figured that I probably would never be ready to answer that darn question.
Biologically, the female is capable of reproduction at such an early age it's freakingly scarry. So early that I can't imagine how slow my personality is maturing as compared to my reproductive organs. So the eggs had started ovulating at the iincy wiincy age of 12-13 and in the rural villages of some god-forsaken-places the girls would probably have had 5 bouncing babies by then.

For me, I always took it as nature's mistake for making females ovulate at such a tender age. So much so that I've correspondingly chosen to ignore the fact that things that start earlier tend to end earlier as well and hitting thirty would already be a precarious situation to settle down and have kids.

That said, being almost 25 doesn't make me one bit more eager to settle down. At 25, I don't feel why things should be so much more different than when I was 18. N I can't imagine pple who crave having kids at my age. What's the matter with them? Do they relish the thought of losing the freedom to whittle their time and cash away on trivial pursuits; Are they eager to nurture kids who will eventually grow up to be ingrates no matter how much they convince themselves that they love you? N having to be a role model to a ball of innocent flesh with an unadulterated mind makes me balk. and shiver with disgust.
Then again, naming my kid would be fun. I'd probably call him/her "my little meatball coo coo...".

So pple settle down when the time comes. The romance part probably blinds them of what is awaiting ahead. N stop asking me when it will be my turn. It will be when I'm suitably blinded by lurve.

On an interesting note, here's an article i poached from someone else's blog dated sometime ago but still entirely relevant and readable:

http://www.forbes.com/home/2006/08/23/Marriage-Careers-Divorce_cx_mn_land.html

snugs n hugs,
sharon