Day before yesterday, I met my best friend and her fiance. She is getting married next week. I was/am extremely happy for her. She is one of the few close friends that I have (loner alert!) and one of the fewer people I know from college who have invited me for her wedding (Note: Just because I am not active on Facebook does not mean I have been abducted by aliens and hence cannot attend marriages).
(Who am I kidding? I don’t like marriages!)
Now that she is getting hitched, that leaves me the last single girl from our original gang of four from college.
Am I happy that I still enjoy my single gal status? Yes I am!
Am I feeling a little bit sad in a little corner of my heart that I still haven’t met THE ONE?
Hmm.. can’t say.
My mom gets a lil bit upset (at me) everytime she sees a wedding invitation. I think she cannot comprehend why I don’t want to get married. Well, in my defense, even I cannot comprehend why I don’t want to get married. But i know I do not want to “settle down” yet…
So I decided to get all Cosmo about it and asked her:
“Give me three reasons why should I get married now”
My mom, being who she is, retorted back “Give me three reasons why you shouldn’t get married now?”
Using my newfound maturity as a support, I magnamiously gave her three reasons
1. I am happy now. There is not a single thing that I want to change now (well, apart from the data shown when I step on the weighing scales)
2. I am a chocolate addict. There, I said it. How can you marry off someone who makes major, possibly life-altering decisions purely based on the amount of cocoa running through her veins? I need help to recover from my addiction and then get my life into perpective. And then, maybe…
3. “How long will my addiction last?” I don’t know, honestly. Do you think I like being a chocolate addict? (My mom nods her head vigorously). In exasperation, I say to her: “Give me one more year” (which is what I have been saying to her the past three years.)
And I repeated my question to her
Here is the unedited transcript of the ensuing conversation
Mom: Number 1: You need a family of your own.
Me: Yeah, you are my family.
Mom: No, I am not your family. You are my family. But you need to have your own family, just like I have my own family.
Me (crying): I knew it, I knew it! I knew it
Mom (in exasperation): What?
Me (bawling): I knew I was adopted! You never have photographs of me as a newborn baby. My whole picturebook history starts only when I am one-year old. But all my elder cousins have their newborn baby photos. I am adopted, aren’t I?!
Mom (patiently): No, you idiot. We didn’t have a camera back then.
Me (still maintaing the same decibel volume of bawling): Well, couldn’t you have borrowed one? Just tell me I am adopted. (Cue dramatic flailing of arms) I can handle the truth.
Mom: Shut up. I am going to sleep.
Which kind of put my Cosmo tryst to an end.
P.S. Oh, and Happy Single Day everyone! (Psst its on 11/11)