I think that my biological clock is my business. I don’t understand people.
Today one of my neighbors randomly knocked on my door looking for conversation. She’s a nice woman. The topic of my birthday came up, and when she found out how old I am (34) she asked if I was single, if I was dating. Then she told me, “Your biological clock is ticking. You need to get moving.”
Wow. All I could do was chuckly uncomfortably.
You see, I know that my clock is ticking. I know that life is passing me by. But I also know that I’d rather my biological clock expire–you know, the window for having children–than have a baby for the sake of having a baby. Or get married for the sake of not being alone.
I know too many people who are married and are in marriages they want nothing more than to be rid of. I may be in my mid-thirties and desire to be married one day, but I’d prefer to die single than be in a marriage that is unhappy.
I feel like this is some sort of manifesto that I continually have to verbalize.