It hit me this morning while walking to work: I’ll soon be 29 and settling down is not anywhere near my plans, short term or long term, not even in their vicinity. My mother and my old relatives ask me all the time “why don’t you get married?”. Well, for starters, nobody asked me. Never. It’s not that I really want it, but it never happened. Last I’ve heard, I cannot get married alone. It takes two to tango.
Or maybe I’m just a little bit depressed.