My past life.
You know how wedding dinners are a drag, especially if you
(1) don't like the groom (but I went anyway because my friend was, and at least, I would have a pair of willing ears to yabber into); and
(2) are single and so dread the inevitable question about 'your turn' -- especially when it's in relation to an ex-boyfriend who nobody knows has been axed.
Unfortunately, I don't suppose you could fault the question since it wasn't out of context, though cliched.
"So, how is Sean?" Argh, here comes the dreaded question! But you know, that wasn't quite as hard as I thought. Because I was bombarded, of all things, about the Masters programme that I was halfway through back then. Everyone expressed surprise that I had dropped out, and thought I should have just stuck it out. Man, I was more surprised that they all remembered! Maybe it's just that everyone is into furthering their education nowadays. Have started thinking again about picking up from where I had left off. What I really need to figure out is: am I doing it for myself or peer pressure?
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There are two ways to look at the interesting situation of today's financially independent women, who are not as ready to settle down, in both senses of the word.
(1) Money has liberated them by giving them more lifestyle choices and the freedom to pursue their dreams, true love and happiness.
(2) These women have become so enamoured with modern consumerism that they have lost sight of love and now think that their newfound buying power is the means to achieving that increasingly elusive thing called happiness.
For some people, both women AND men, marriage has certainly become a matter of survival in Singapore -- a financial partnership to pool resources for a better lifestyle, i.e. the 5Cs. Perhaps, only the rich can afford to marry for love, because they have the 'financial freedom' to potentially pursue higher needs in life. Shrug.
It's really no wonder that marriages are breaking up faster now, when nothing else substantial is holding you to your significant other.
Happiness (love) for survival -- is it a worthwhile trade-off?
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She: Any cramps after intercourse?
I: (raise eyebrow) No.
She: Any blood or unusual discharge after intercourse?
I: (raise eyebrow higher) No.
She: Any...after intercourse?
I: No. (Why is she assuming...oh...) Eh...because there's been no sex??? (straight face)
She: (surprised look and startled laugh)
Nevermind what the new Health Minister says -- my gynae thinks it's still advisable for women, sexually active or otherwise, to have regular annual screenings for other female problems.
The scales in her waiting room declare that I'm officially 3 kg heavier than a year ago. Arrrgh...
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Work stress hasn't put me in the mood for much social experimenting.
So I wasn't in the mood (among other reasons) when someone asked me about catching Matrix. Still, I was OK about meeting up, since I was going with SF anyway. This was late morning. By late afternoon on the SAME day, SF called to say she had just got a call about winning free tickets to the opening night. And since free tickets only come in a PAIR, guess who's going with who? Heh. Stranger still that she had joined the contest some time ago, even though she doesn't have contest luck -- but she tried nonetheless.
Coincidence? I don't think so. The funny thing about predicaments is that sometimes, the all-seeing Universe might just decide to cut you some slack and sends a serendipitous event your way. :-)
