On Marriage

So Lexisreid blogged about marriage and her reservations on it and someone else's for that matter. Not one to be left out I thought I'd tell you a bit about my views on marriage.

Let me say first and foremost that I would like to one day marry the right person. Unfortunately I know that most people never accomplish this. Sure they get married, but the right person tends to not be the one their married to. Maybe because I've seen so many bad marriages and so few good ones. In my lifetime I think I have had first hand experience with two. My parents and my fake-grandparents. My mom took two times to get it right and my fgparents got married when they were 19-20.

So I can either get married 2 times or I can go back in time and pledge my life to someone. Marriage scares me, and I know its my experience that has done that to me. If I told you all the stuff that has happened to friends of mine and others while married, you would be looking at marriage like the plague too.

Like seriously, that till death do us part thing, is going to be taken out of my vows. That is so unrealistic. Sure it works for some. Sure I might even be inclined to think that at the time that I decide that this man and I should consolidate lives. But seriously, we will part, should I find him in bed with anyone or thing except me. That does include men, women, ducks, midgets, blenders, children, family members. I would prefer not to have to kill him just to keep my word. So my vow will go a little something like this, "Until God indicates that we're done." All the aforementioned examples qualify for departure under that clause.

And then there's the whole issue of knowing that this person is the one. Who am I to know. I am so a person. I refuse to believe that my one is not fine. But maybe he's not, and maybe I looked at him real crazy when he said Hello. He kept walking, he was the one, not I have to find the two, who hopefully is fine enough for me to smile at.

And come one guys, I'm a weird woman. I feel like only strange people would get to know me and think "I want this nutcase in my life forever", and I refuse to marry one of the men in downtown LA, cursing them ownselves out.

All I'm saying is, in the age of down-low bro's, men who cheat emotionally, men who cheat with puppies, nosepickers, people with aids, people who give aids and over-all wrong people for me, I'm in no rush to find the future Mr. Tiffany. He's guaranteed to be strange, he'd better be fine, and whenever he gets here I'll be happy to see him, meanwhile I'll be observing these other marriages and making a don't do that list. Later, I'll publish it.