Dear MTV,
Instead of spending big money producing television shows like, “16 and Pregnant ,” someone should have pitched the idea revolving around young couples who get married way too young because they have their heads too far up their asses. Oh wait, you already did that? Engaged and Underage. Sorry, I don’t watch your shitty network anymore. (Well, Ok, maybe I’m hooked on The Jersey Shore, but I won’t be brainwashed past that!)
-Nicole, XOXO
Don’t these two just make you wanna vomit?
(That’s my cousin and his fiance. They are getting married on Saturday… congrats!)
It’s 3:00 on a Monday morning, and if this were a few years ago, I would probably be cursing out my computer screen as my deadline approached faster than a herpes outbreak on Pam Anderson’s mouth. Yes, I have a deadline today. Yes, I have to be up at 6:30 to squeeze in an early morning workout or no one will ever want to have sex with me again. And yes, I have to be at work at 9 am. But none of that matters right now, because for the first time in a long time, I’m 100% headstrong about focusing on myself… even if it means having to function on four hours of sleep today.
Over the years, I’ve managed to land myself a reputation. Honestly, one that I am proud of. Not many girls are open to the idea of speaking so freely about their thoughts, probably because they are afraid of how other people will react. I’m thankful that I’ve been blessed with a set of balls, but at the end of the day there is so much more to me than a loud mouth with a sex drive that could easily put at least …69%… of men to shame.
Look past the sex kitten persona, and I am a total dork with big dreams. For example: I have a passion to one day be a well known published writer. But on the other hand I can’t forget about how I considered joining a traveling circus this past summer due to bad case of, “Oh Shit, What am I doing With my Life Syndrome.” Go ahead and laugh, but I still think being an aerialist would be the coolest job ever. To sum up what I am trying to say is, my mind is a scary place, but sometimes it gets lonely, and I want to share it with someone as equally awesome as myself. But on the other hand, do we ever stop being selfish enough to share ourselves fully with someone special – for the rest of our lives?
I’m not going to sit here and go on an anti-relationship rant just because I’ve been burned in the past. But I will go on a, “If You Are in Your Early 20′s, You Are Way Too Young for Marriage,” rant. Why are people in a rush to settle down so fast? Unless you plan on getting hit by a bus tomorrow morning on your way to work, where is the fire to put a ring on it?
This past Saturday, my cousin, Neil, and his fiance, Jessica, invited me out to Brooklyn to check out the salsa band that is playing at their wedding this upcoming weekend. As I sat there with a rum and ginger ale in my hand, bobbing my head to the rhythm of the music, Neil interrupted my daydreaming session to make some small talk. During the night, I couldn’t help but to notice how in love he is with his future wife. It was so cute, that at one point it was hard for me to keep my dinner down. Thankfully, my dinner stayed down, however, my words did not. “I really think it’s awesome that you waited until you were in your 30s to get married. So many people get married too young, and they regret it later on… so kuddos to you,” I said. He must have thought I was being sarcastic, because he seemed rather insulted by my comment, but honestly, I couldn’t he happier for him. He has his own place, he just graduated with his PhD last year, has a career… and now, he is marrying the love of his life.
Personally, when I think of the “typical” 20 something year old, I think of a person who just graduated from college/continuing their education. I think of a person whose life is just beginning. I think of a person who should be focusing on getting their own shit together before they try to get their shit together with someone else. I think young love gets caught up in a moment, and forgets how long FOREVER really is… that is, unless you can afford a divorce lawyer. (60% of marriages end in divorce people. 40% of those end due to domestic violence on a chicks behalf… true story, bitches be crazy).
Like every other girl, I’ve imagined what my wedding day would be like since my days of making my barbies have sex and playing dress up. Being a 23 year old “mature” adult has forced me to trade in my barbies for boys, and unfortunately, none have turned into my prince… just yet. Regardless, I haven’t given up on the idea of love, but at the same time, I believe love takes time, patience… and most importantly, a mature state of mind.
Care to argue my thoughts? Speak now, or forever hold your peace…
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