Sunday, December 9, 2012

Ever after

I gave my mom a good scare this evening when I told her I never want to get married. “What? So you want to live your whole life all by yourself?” Like most females, she rightfully assumed every woman of her gender grew up hoping to meet someone wonderful and marry them. I was one of those women, until recently. I told her I couldn’t imagine signing up for a legal agreement to live with someone so unreasonable and hot-tempered and who would eventually piss me off to such a degree that I dreaded coming home from work.

Everybody has flaws, she said. This, to me, is significant because it’s the first time she’s expressed an opinion contrary to what she’s always said: people are malleable, and bad habits are reversible. I, too, think people are moldable, but some are too stubborn and proud to acknowledge the folly of their detestable vices and hence make a concerted effort to change.

“No, you’ll meet somebody, move out and be happy,” she said.

I’m not too sure about that.

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