In Getting Married, Main on August 30, 2010 at 10:49 am
One of the things that really irked MG immediately after her wedding was the constant question: “Oh! How does it feel to be married?”
Um, how do you think? It feels no different than yesterday, or the day before! Yes, MG is legally allowed to sleep next to a a boy (a real boy! a REAL BOY WITH A PENIS!) in her own bed, and no one can say a damn thing about it, but seriously? She’s not about to tell the likes of you all about that! Nor do you want to hear it! Nor do you want to hear that MG feels like she has faint alarm bells going off in the back of her head!
What is the proper answer to this kind of query anyway? MG wasn’t a duckling before her marriage, so it isn’t that she suddenly blossomed into a swan the moment she took seven circumambulations around a holy fire and gained a husband! It’s as if the expectations are that now that you can have a legitimate baby, you yourself have changed! Maturity has arrived with the opening of the chastity belt! You absolutely must be feeling different!Alive! THRILLED TO BE MARRIED! Woooo!
And if all you want to hear is “yes, it feels absolutely and completely fantastic now that my life’s expectations are FULFILLED BY BEING MARRIED”, then please, spare MG the trouble of answering and just ask the rhetorical question.
In Inner Workings, Main on August 23, 2010 at 5:01 pm
…Or maybe just the Internets.
There has been, (a regular thing lately) a lot of introspection.
I graduated with a lot of dreams and ambitions, and almost five (five!) years on, I’m disillusioned and sort of trying to figure out what I want to do now that I’m finally ‘all grown up’.
I miss Chicago more than you’d think, being in NYC, given that NYC is the manic, interesting city it is. Something about Chicago, besides the cleanliness (and the lack of smells! God, how NYC stinks!) attracts me. Maybe how manageable it is? That being said, I do not miss the very Midwestern passive-aggressiveness nor do I miss the huge concentration on meat in all the cuisine! There’s certainly a buzz of ambition in NYC that I never felt in Chicago, and being a very Indian person, it helps that I can find random desi junk food at all hours and times of the night.
Every day, I find myself sinking a little bit more into NYC, and often, catch myself thinking, well, Chicago would never have this. Perhaps the impossible has finally come to pass? Am I really becoming the snobby New Yorker that is oh-so-superior to everyone and everything else, that I really swore I’d never become?
In Admin Notes, Main, Relationship, Why MG Isn't Updating on August 19, 2010 at 2:17 pm
Is this thing on? Is anyone out there? My ramblings are feeling lonely, y’all!
Oh I suppose it’s mostly my fault, you know, not really blogging and all, but honestly, it’s been…unbloggable. Oh, not the various moments and such where I always think “oh, I should blog this”, but the general change of relationship we’ve experienced, and the lots of disappointments MG has had to work her way through. I guess I was feeling disconnected.
I guess I’m back, for now.
So, hello again! My name is MG, and this here is the life and times of My Marriage, My Inner Wanderings, and My Eating Habits. See you around. Much more often.