…it’s all my life has really been.

Like, yeah, I have some really fucking funny stories and I can usually draw on one no matter the situation, but most people my age have their own families, careers, houses, a good credit score…you know, GROWN UP stuff.

I never really wanted to “settle down,” because that involves settling.   And for me, even though the idea of a nice suburban home in a good school district with precious little children and a middle-class husband who works 9-5 has never been me.  I don’t want to be a boring grown up.  I want to still do douchebag shit like get shitfaced on a Saturday and stumble home sometime around 4.  I want to go to concerts in the middle of the week and dream about how my life would be different if I had gone to school right away, feel the small pangs of “what if?” but then agree that I’d rather have my life than that one.  And although I do want a husband and kids and whatnot, I want a husband who knows me inside and out rather than one who thinks romance is a scripted performance.  Proposing to me in front of all our closest friends and family members might be a grand gesture that makes a lot of gals weepy, I’d rather have him whisper “marry me” into my ear while we were at a concert.

I don’t know what I’m saying.  This is getting a little too touchy feely for me.