spare me
okay. just for the record, i’ve tried not to dwell on this topic too much. i’ve been bombarded with questions non-stop from my relatives and sometimes, friends. it’s tiring to have to explain myself everytime. more so, because i too, do not know the answer.
when am i getting married?
my eyes would roll up, my lips thin out to form a tight smile and i would just shrug my shoulders. “why ask me,” i say, “when in the first place i don’t even have a boyfriend?” they would then ask me why i don’t have one, then follow it up with suggestions like “smile more often. they may think you’re too serious!” or “go out!” as if by doing so, i could immediately snatch a boyfriend or as if in those few minutes that we were talking they’ve already diagnosed what i’ve been missing all these years.
i’m beginning to hate reunions and get-togethers.
