On Marriage
It’s so difficult for people to believe I am married for some reason. Throw in the fact that I have been married for over six years now and people look at me like I’ve just set myself on fire. I had mentioned Cinchel before to one of the special ed teachers I work with and she came up again today and she actually said, “Husand? are you sure you don’t mean boyfriend?” I’m not sure if she was calling me a liar or just psychotic and I’m not sure which I find more offensive. Then, she wanted to know why I didn’t wear my wedding ring. I told her I find kids are distracted by jewelery and that my engagement ring doesn’t fit me anymore since I lost about 25 pounds immediately after getting married. Yes, I should have the thing resized but that’s two or three records. Yeah, I might want to actually get a new engagement ring altogether as the one I have cost 35 dollars (I would wear one from a cereal box, really.) but that’s like…100 records? Whatever it is, I’d rather have the records. I’m not the “Look at my diamond ring everybody” type. I’m not even the romantic type. I could care less about Valentine’s Day, flowers, crap like that. I’d rather have records.
So let’s just go down the list. Yes, I was married when I was only 20. No, I wasn’t pregnant. No, we hadn’t graduated from college yet. Yes, we had great music at our wedding because we made up the mixed tapes. Yes, I know I seem too young to be married. No, I don’t really care what anyone thinks about that….because I’m not like everybody else. Cue Kinks song here.