As we were walking home from the bus stop this evening, Mike spotted a lone snail in the middle of the sidewalk and decided to pick it up, walk it the quarter of a mile way back to the house, and put it on the grass there because it would be too rude to leave it in someone else’s lawn and he didn’t want it to get trampled on. I picked a good one.
Despite how normalit is for people of my age to get married so youngwhere I am from (I grew up in a really conservative environment…like, really conservative), it bothered me a bit for a while the thought of getting married so young. I know that no matter what, Mike’s always going to be the person I want to fall asleep next to at the end of the day, it just feels a bit weird to enter into that type of relationship when I feel like I have quite a ways to go before I properly get my shit together (although the older I get the more I realize hardly anyone anywhere has their shit together).I think part of the problem I had was what I thought people might think of me marrying so young. I know it’s not as common in the UK for people to tie the knot so young, so it bothered me to think that I might be looked at as being immature for making such an adult decision so young.
If it weren’t for the fact that we needed this marriage in order for us to be together, we would have waited a few years and lived together first. That probably doesn’t sound quite so romantic, but for one thing I know our feelings for each other. They are the only thing I’ve ever being 100% positive on. Another thing, I feel like the best parts about being in such a strong relationship are all the non romantic and sometimes straight up disgusting parts of it. Who wants long kisses in the rain when you can use the toilet in front of the other person brushing their teeth and not even bat an eye lash. I love not wasting a single second worrying about being anything other than my unadulterated self. Tangent.
I also worried that getting married young would limit me in a lot of ways. Every decision I make needs to involve Mike, be it work, location, and just going out with my friends. I worried that I’d miss out on being young - nights out, mindless splurging while online shopping, and just being selfish. Mostly, I just worried all those things because I felt like that’s what I was expected to worry about. I think a lot of the time, I would put people off by my complete confidence in my relationship. I never worried about Mike cheating while I was 5,000 miles away. I never felt like any fight we had was ever enough to be the last one. Though online relationships are getting more and more popular every passing day, I would still get looked down on by people who insisted that they could never be in an online relationship being they really need that physical connection or watched the show Catfish and forgot that things like webcams exist. I know in theory getting married to someone who lived on another continent that I met on a blog is quite a big risk, but it never felt like that to me.
It’s just nice know that any worry I may have had about losing my independence or missing out on life experiences was silly. Whatever title we may have, we’re still the same together as a couple and separate as individuals. I feel very content knowing that last night I went out dancing and drinking with a new friend till stupid o’clock, and tonight I got to spend the night in making a healthy meal with Mike, and watching TV in bed after I hung out the washing to dry. I don’t think I’ll ever reach the age where I feel like an adult (and I don’t think many people do to be honest), but I like the comfort of knowing that I get to figure my life out with someone I feel so strongly about at such a young age.
"Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake."
national moment of silence 2014 (for victims of police brutality)
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Not fitness, but vitally important. (Be careful of some pretty terrifying videos and photos, including injuries from beatings and rubber bullets, when reading about the Ferguson riots.)
the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”