Ramblings: One night in December
It’s 9.57 p.m. and I’m still awake, but I can’t seem to get anything done. The weather’s supposed to be cold and dry, but it would be hot if I didn’t have an electric fan. It’s not so dry, either, but I guess that’s a good thing. My nose is thankful. Climate change really did a number on our weather in the tropics. Okay, that’s enough chitchat about the weather.
I think I was able to do quite a lot, today. I read enough to suppress my guilty conscience about not reading, so that’s a big one. I chatted with a number of my friends, today, and somehow they all talked about relationships. What’s odd is that none of them are in relationships, so we essentially shared our opinions on relationships.
I’m at the age where I’m expected to be in a serious relationship, apparently. I’ve gotten the memo in form of jokes, anecdotes and outright matter-of-fact statements from friends and my mum.
I understand the importance of human connections. I really do. It’s just that I’m scared. I think I love myself too much to share and there are concessions I may not be able to make. I worry that I might be quite the jealous girlfriend. I’m of the opinion that a relationship should lead to marriage, because, what’s the point of investing all that time and emotion? I know, I’m old fashioned, bite me.
I’ve seen how relationships change people and I’m not about to be one of those girls who loses herself in a relationship, nuh uh. It’s a fine thing, though. You see cute pictures on Instagram, Snapchat and WhatsApp. They’re in matching pajamas, colour coordinated outfits and it’s all so put together that you find yourself wanting that with someone. A few seconds later, you get an alert from your calendar app saying you have an e-mail to send. Oops! Well, at this point, I’m not sure what I’m writing about, so I’ll stop here. Thanks for…