23 on the 13th

I haven't decided if 23 is going to be a good age or not. 22 was kind of boring. Had a boyfriend for a month...and that was all shot to heck when I was on vacation for my cousin's wedding in Utah. Oh well. 21...Well, at 21 I felt young and yet still an adult. I would have liked to stay 21 the rest of my life. My butt didn't sag then...I think. My hair was a little thicker back then. I was naive in the subjects I should have been. (I'm sorry if you think being naive at all is bad).

I turned 23 last week and so far I still feel the same...I just really wish I knew what lay ahead for this next year. I expect to graduate in May but I have learned that just because you expect something to happen doesn't mean it will...I expected to be married before now and look where that has gotten me! I couldn't be farther from it and more confused and what I really want in a husband. I'd like to pretend that I will never get married but I can't. I can't just wash that thought down the drain. It's engraved in my little head..."must get married, must not remain single and blah the rest of my life." It would be such a boring life without a companion.
I was watching a Sex and the City episode where the main character Carrie sent out an "unmarried" invitation to all of her friends. She did this because all her single life she has been buying wedding gifts for all her friends as one-by-one they get married. And well, she deserves presents too right? Just because she isn't married doesn't mean she shouldn't celebrate her singledom (is that a word??) Anyway, the point in mentioning that episode is-I AGREE! I deserve presents too if I'm just going to be single the rest of my life. I'm entitled to celebration aren't I?