The end of an era is nigh…
So my singledom will last for another 20 days and I plan to make the most of it. Though to be honest, I don’t have much clue how being engaged would be any different from being single for me. Other than the whole ‘having a fiance’ bit which seems very Dali-esque right now, I really doubt my life would change much. Or hmm…maybe it might. I’ve never been engaged before so I can’t really say, can I?
Considering that there’s no ‘Gossip Girl’ type party culture in this part of the world (or maybe there is and I’m just not a part of it, thank God) I really have no idea how to make these last twenty days worthwhile.
Ugh. There’s not a single thing I do now that I might be ashamed to do after the engagement. I am so boring.
I can’t help reading my last blog post over and over. Deep in my brain a little tiny Hira-gnome is pointing and laughing at me and saying “you thought your life couldn’t get any stranger? Imbecile” The past three days have been a whirlwind of the Wizard of Oz variety. One minute I’m in Kansas, second I’ve been spun around in a giant twister to land in the wonderful valley of Oz, which is lined with a chocolate brick road. Leading where? Hopefully to more chocolate. I sold my freedom for three boxes of candy and “Life, the Universe and Everything”. Shame on me.
To be honest though, I had imagined it to be worse, much worse. I’ve never been a romantic, and ever since two of my cousins got married and entered a life of turmoil I’ve imagined marriage to be synonymous with a tub full of wrenches and anvils suspended like a pendulum over your head, and with every swing a few wrenches and anvils fall out and hit your forehead. Oh, and don’t worry, the tub will never get empty. The wrenches spontaneously regenerate themselves and the anvils have the ability of mitosis.
And I thought if I was really lucky, I wouldn’t have a tub full; just a pail would be enough.
When my brain starts functioning (it does once in a while) and I start over-analyzing everything again I’ll realize I’m very very blessed. Unless something happens, like the guy realizing what a nutcase I am and saying ‘no!’ (I can hear my nani screaming already), I know I’m going into one of the world’s most wonderful families with a person who seems to be pretty nice. And most amazingly, my mother-in-law-to–be seems to be much fonder of me than my actual mother. I had no reason to say ‘no’ before, which is why I didn’t, and for the first time I realize not being head-strong can get you just as much happiness as being head strong can.
In the cynical little un-topia I used to live in, things like this weren’t possible. Turns out romantics knew something I didn’t.