anuptaphobia.
"You... complete me."
It's that other line from Jerry Maguire. I hate, hate, hate that line. It disturbs me to think that you need another human to make you a complete person. And despite my own feelings towards the matter, having a significant other seems to be an absolute must. Why is it that I have so many friends, male and female, who feel incomplete, unworthy, or like failures simply because they can't find a date? Why is it that after a certain age, it's socially stigmatizing to be single?
I've been thinking about stuff like this a lot lately. Maybe it's the slew of new relationships and engagements over the past year that's got me thinking. Or maybe it's my mother's constant reminders that I'm over halfway done with college, and that if I don't find a boyfriend soon I will either end up marrying a 外国人 or surely die a spinster with forty cats.
I want so badly to believe that my life would be complete with just God as a lover. Just me and the God I dimly reflect. It doesn't seem so radical or odd when I think about it now.
But, I secretly know that I'm obligated to marry and have two and a half kids, regardless of motives or consequences.

1 Comments:
why 2 and a half kids?
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