I don't discriminate against Dickheads

(ahem)

Don’t marry me off.

There. It needed to be emphasised. I’m sick of the whole Single -> Married -> Babies -> Happiness thing. Let’s clear a couple of things up first:

1. I have never been the type of person that spends their entire life dreaming of their wedding. If my wedding day is to be the happiest day of my life, then the rest of my life would be downhill from there. I don’t work that way.
2. I have never been the type of person that cries with joy whenever they see a baby.

That’s not to say that these things might happen in the future, because they may. It’s just to say, that if they don’t, I am no less a person. I am surrounded by shells of women whose life plans have been squashed because they are partnerless or childless, women who cry themselves to sleep because their daughters don’t have partners (and they’re talking about people in their early twenties). You know what I see? People who will never get their partner because their self confidence is shot because they don’t have a partner. It’s a vicious cycle.

But I digress. I went to a party on Saturday, and within 5 minutes I had somebody saying to me “With all of these kids around, you must be thinking of having children”. No. I am not. Towards the end of the night somebody asked me when I was getting married. I don’t even want to start on that one.

So, to those people who ask me those sort of question, consider this: I don’t want to be like you. Think about it.