BLOG: Ew — marital bliss

Yay — my roommate from my first year at the University of South Dakota got engaged.

It’s not that I’m unhappy for her. In fact, I’m very happy for her. By the looks of the “Look, we love each other!” photos they post on Facebook weekly, they’re very happy together.

But aren’t we too young for this kind of thing? Marriage is something adults do when they’re old, and I’m not old. Right? It just blows my mind how many of my high school classmates are engaged, married or with child.

I am just too busy. I barely have time to feed my caffeine addiction, let alone participate in a serious relationship. Granted, I was in one for more than two years and managed it, but I just can’t wrap my mind around it now. I have homework, filming for Coyote News, and newspaper duties that consume my every waking moment. Having a Sunday to myself to just sit in my pajamas is a luxury that I take advantage of when I can, but most of the time I end up in the Neuharth building editing video.

People are getting hitched left and right though. There’s even a senior staff member at the Volante who recently got engaged. Granted, I always considered him to be more mature than the rest of us on staff, but it’s still mind-blowing. Marriage is a commitment for life, and I feel like mine hasn’t even started.

So, congratulations to all the happy people out there, but I’m happy just the way I am — alone.

No, wait I lied. That’s a terrifying sentence. I don’t want to die alone; I’m allergic to cats and I love throwing out old clothes, so I can’t even become a cliché cat lady/hoarder.

The fact is that I’m terrified I’ll turn into Liz Lemon.
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For those of you who don’t know, Lemon is the main character on the TV show “30 Rock.” Comedian Tina Fey plays her as a stressed out writer who put her career before all else. While she ultimately ends up getting married (in a Princess Leia outfit nonetheless), I don’t want to have that life. I don’t want to sit in my apartment alone singing about cheese.

But I stand firm in thinking that I don’t have to be married to be happy. Maybe I’ll be in a long term relationship some day, and maybe I’ll just keep it light in the hopes of getting free dinners from random strangers for life. Either way, I hope I end up as happy as my old roommate looks in those pictures with her new fiancé.