If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, then you know about my unhealthy (and slightly embarrassing) addiction to reality TV, which I watch for research purposes only (yea, right).
Recently I started tuning in to Long Island Princesses because, hey! I have friends and family out on Long Island–some of whom happen to be Jewish–it’s on Bravo, and I love any TV show with high levels of feigned drama.
This admission may rob Bryan once and for all of his man card, but he has watched the show with me on a few occasions, if only because he enjoys making running commentary whenever it’s on (plus, I think he may have a thing for sassy Joey). Our conversations tend to sound a little something like this:
Me: “These bitches are crazy. It’s like, life is over for them because they’re in their late 20s and haven’t met a NJB (nice Jewish boy) yet.”
Bryan: “Seriously. You must feel like a dinosaur.”
He’s such an ass sometimes.
So the other day we settled in to watch the episode where Chanel becomes completely unhinged simply because her baby sister is getting married. Chanel is all of 28 years old, so clearly, there is no hope left that she will ever find another man. *eye roll*
What made matters worse, is that the people around her (mainly her family members) didn’t do anything to dispel her of this belief; they simply added to her anxieties about not finding a man to spend the rest of her life with.
It made me think of the people I’ve always kept close in my inner circle–the friends and family I relied on when I was feeling down about not meeting someone I jived with. I made a lot of mistakes in my 20s, but they were errors in judgment I would never trade in. They taught me invaluable lessons about love and life and gave me the insight I needed to know when a shoe fits. Had I settled for the sake of getting married, I would be very unhappily divorced today. Please don’t get it twisted–I have many friends who never would have imagined that they would one day get divorced, and they all entered marriage believing (rightfully so) that their relationships would last forever. What I’m trying to say is that age, society, and misguided friends and family members should never dictate where you SHOULD be in life. There are no rules here and only you know what’s best for you. Take all the time you need to figure it out.
At the ripe and mature age of 33, I met someone I’m happy to spend my life with and we are enjoying every phase. That means letting go of assumptions that I will die a spinster and forgoing any fears that I will never have children because my eggs are slowly dying. As the old saying goes, whatever will be, will be. Last night, Bryan and I sat on the sofa in our new apartment and looked up vacation destinations. We are excited to take our first big trip together, and I’ll be damned if anyone tells me I should hurry up and get married already.
Chanel, put on your big girl panties, tell your family to settle down, and enjoy your 20s. This is precious time you’re wasting to figure out who you are and everything you are capable of.