"The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men..."
Sexist pronoun aside, this adage seems to describe my life lately. For example, I spent a month planning out this weekend. In about 3 seconds, the situation had changed drastically and I had to completely change everything around. What's that about?!
Lately, I've found myself wondering what comes next. I mean, I have a sketchy idea. I'm going to go to seminary, go through the Candidacy (ordination process) going to receive a first call (first job) and do my thing. But obviously, there's more to life than just that skeleton of a schedule. And I wonder what that will be.
I also wonder why men like to break up with their significant others right before going to a wedding. I mean really, this is the second time. It's like pouring lemon juice in the wound. You're love life sucks and you have to watch a family member or good friend marry the love of his/her life while simultaneously wondering if you will end up being that old cat lady the neighborhood kids make fun of. And then you have to be deliriously happy for them while feeling a mixture of hopelessness, jealousy, and anger that you always seem to be in the same depressing single situation every time. I'm thrilled that people are marrying the one they love-- although 1 out of 2 marriages fails anyway.
Wow, that was uplifting.
In case you couldn't guess, I'm going to a wedding this weekend. I really am happy for them-- if anyone deserves to be happy, Feez does. But as I think about the wedding, I can't help but worry that I will never be the one in the pretty white dress who walks down the aisle with all eyes on her, making life-long vows of commitment with her love.
I was watching a Sex and the City episode recently, and a line Carrie said caught my ear. I relate to Carrie's character a lot; not because we're similar (I think I'm a combination of Miranda and Charlotte), but because Carrie has been through many of the experiences I have-- especially with her failed engagement. In this episode, Carrie tells her friends "I'm beginning to think that I'm not the marrying type." Maybe that's me, too. Maybe I'm not the marrying type. Period. End of story. Maybe I'll never find that guy who can "handle me," since I seem to be too much to handle as an independent woman who has a life plan. Do all men really want a submissive, simpering woman who will do whatever they tell her to do? In order to get married, do women have to be a Stepford Wife?
If that's the case, I'm never getting married-- especially since I don't cook.
