Note to Self: Stop Looking at All Memos Immediately

You know... the one that let me know that it was time for me and everyone I grew up with to get married and procreate. I've blogged about this before, yes, but it seems that this rush to the altar is only getting worse.

Anyways, I figured that there was a memo that, for some reason or another, I missed (kind of like that freaking TPS Report memo...), so I went hunting around my room and found this:

Just in case you can't read the tiny font, here's a transcript:
Hey, guys,

I was thinking about pulling a little prank on Stef, and it requires complete commitment on your part. My idea is this: everyone starts getting engaged, married, pregnant, or all of the above except for her. Hilarious, right? Imagine how she would feel being invited to all of these weddings for people with whom she grew up!

Of course, once these weddings and pregnancies are completed, I will not tolerate any divorces or abortions. Just so you know...

But seriously, it'll be great. Who's in it with me??

I'm not going to lie... I'm a little hurt. First off, it was a trick that they all played on me. Not cool. I'll have to have a personal conversation with God a little later about that. Secondly, I'm only 23 years old. I'm not even done with college (even though my age suggests that I am). Marriage is so far from my mind that, well, it's not even a blip on the mental radar.

I swear, though, every time I log onto Facebook or Twitter, another friend of mine updates their status to " engaged" or " married." Or maybe they tweet something like this: "Ahh! I just had the best baby and/or wedding shower EVER! My friends are sooooooooooooo sweet!" I'm pretty sure I have a cavity now.

Don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm against marriage. I may very well get married someday. Right now, however? HELL no! Like I said, I'm 23 years old. I'm still in school. I'm going to be in school for a while (Thanks, opera and your overwhelming requirements for succeeding in you as a career.).

Anyways, enough ranting for now. I just had a freakout moment and felt the need to share my slight insanity.


P.S. In other news, I am going straight to hell for my offensive blasphemy.



I'm in the same boat. Only, I'm 25. And I'm LDS. Being 25 and single in LDS culture is like being an 80-year-old spinster.

Yeah. Thanks for the laugh!

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