Melancholy

For one...

I was watching a movie last night. Amongst plot of the story, it showed the relationship between the husband and wife couple. That they were so open, frank, friendly with one another that if people saw them out, poeple would have thought that they were great friends. They were each individuals in their own right and way and yet being married didn't alter or have to change their individualness, originality but there they were living their lives with one another.

I don't know whether it comes with age, that as you get on in a marriage you are comfortable with one another to be complacent? Is that the right word? Anyway, what do I know... but it was nice to watch. Then again I guess it must be nice to have someone with you in marital bliss till in your old age. What do some call it...? Companionship...? That's what my mother's friends are always harping to me about each time they see me and corner me into talking about getting married again (strange that it's her friends who are harping and not a tweet from my mother herself..., hmmm). Me being Superwoman says "bah, humbug!, what crap, there is no necessity for marriage". On the otherhand Me being Domestic Goddess says "yes, it would be nice..."

Well, those who know my mother, know that she'd not agree to marriage of any kind. My sister is still single. And my mother did mentioned sometime last year, that there was no need for marriage just live with each other, being pessimistic as she is, she was being just that when my sis told her that she was going to get married at the end of last year and I asked my mother to shut up. My sis eventually broke-up with that lovely guy,.. sigh.. Oh hell, my mother doesn't want us with any guy actually, she just wants us to live with her for the rest of our lives.

Back to me, the reason why I say that it would be nice is because I do want my own privacy and home. Privacy to be with the man that I love, or to entertain friends, to be in my own home decorated the way I want it to be decorated (all white and gray,...depressing aren't I?), organised they way I like it to be, smoke if I want to.. and the list goes on of course. Sometimes I wonder when..

Hell! I am 38 years old. But then again what the hell, eh?

I must be in a crappy mood today