Yesterday, bumped into a friend from highschool and she invited me to join the rest of our former classmates to play badminton on weekends. Before, I'm an antisocial psychopat. I've been dreading on reunions like these. Not that we don't have a nice experience before during highschool, but on one common question i always encounter during meet-ups:
"Are you still single?"
Yes, and those former classmates of mine are all married, with kids. Such question is expected for i'm just 3 months away from being 3-0, and they're quite aware i'm into a long time relationship. Since I'm currently in the Philippines, being single and in a relationship at 30 bothers people around me. Its a norm to our society for people of legal age to be married, except for priests and nuns. Especially at weddings, getting ridiculed is normal, as they would always tell me I'm next to get married. As if not so rude enough to give them back the same joke during funerals, I'll be doomed.
Not all people understand staying single is a choice, and some on a noble reason. For instance is my Aunt, who nursed for our grandparents until their dawn. She also took care us when we got orphaned. Wasn't she any better than a married mother who left her children on the street dying of hunger? That's what other people didn't see. We also have relatives that got married to wrong people just resulted to infidelity and violence at home. Being single is a matter of being responsible and fair to your future offspring not to give them a life they dont deserve.
However, for me, I'm not on staying single forever. Its just that, me and my BF are not into a hurry. We don't bother on a single piece of paper, but on the love that prevails even after countless years. I simply can't get tied down just mainly because everybody else is into it, marriage is sacred and it does takes two to tango. And yes, I understand I have a biological clock to run after for bearing a kid, but it's definitely not a primary reason for me to tie a knot, for I dont mind adopting one. For now, I'm enjoying sleeping and waking up late, without getting on toe every minute for the baby and the piled laundry, for that would be another chapter.