As part of my *cough* productive weekend, I (wait for it) browsed the internet at home. It’s actually a real treat for me, since the connection here is 100 times faster and more reliable than what we have at our unit in Manila. Seriously.
Damn it, WiTribe. Hooray for Globe!
Needless to say, I was logged in on Facebook for lack of something better to do. What I expected to be a very ordinary and mindless browsing turned out to be a turning point where I thought about my present state.
So what was that update I got from my friends? Well, my classmate back in elementary will get married. In this really confusing world we now have, I was more surprised that she will get married than finding out that my other batchmates got pregnant.
I mean, for crying out loud, she’s not yet pregnant! (See the fucked up logic I now have?) Eliminating this possible (but not entirely plausible) reason, this can only mean one thing: she and her fiancee are really set to get married and settle down. Like, really.
Settle down— nothing sends shivers down my spine like those two words.
To settle down in my early twenties— No, scratch that. To settle down in my twenties is like telling me that I’ll live in a place far away from the metro, where it’s either raining all year long or the sky is always gloomy. It’s definitely not the right place for me (yet). Maybe I’m just so contained in my own world that this news is such a big shock for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love weddings. I actually spent weeks preparing for my cousin’s wedding last year. And it seems like I’ll be doing the same (if not more) for another cousin’s wedding this year. Oh, and I must have been the third of the most excited people for my kuya’s wedding. Still, what do those three have in common? They’re all in their late 20’s: 27, 29 and 26 years old respectively. It’s just that I have always associated weddings with ‘the older people,’ and to find out that one of our kind suddenly acts like part of the older people disturbs my system.
Oh, and to add salt to the wound: with my batchmate getting married, here I am in front of the computer at 2:30AM, sharing the same age, but still without any boyfriend. I’m not really yearning for one, but it’s times like this that I suddenly get yanked into reality.
*sigh* Our generation’s growing up. Next thing I know, we’d be the generation that leads the society— but right now, I’m still trying to figure out my place.