|This couple (perhaps, even siblings)|
were being choreographed by a
middle-aged lady (mom?) until a
In this day and age, one could ask, "What does right and wrong direction even mean?" Well in some cultures, like the one that nurtured me before spitting me out to another continent, the right direction include being involved in less than five innocent yet caring relationships before settling down before your late twenties and producing a child immediately. In the culture that I currently live in, the right direction is to pick one up that seem most interesting (even from behind the latest set of beer goggles) to take home and romp around under the sheets with. Experimentation is a long-standing fad, that equally promotes exploration and hook-ups.
Ultimately, though, these directions are as arbitrary as it gets especially in a world where globalization blurs the lines between countries and culture. Traditions have slowly dissolved with the emergence of technology, leaving behind an eclectic remnants of what used to be. Strict rules no longer exist, which is a good thing as it allows freedom of expression, but could also be abysmal as it leads to confusion. Being in a committed relationship, seems, to be less acceptable than hooking up. Wanting to marry sounds more shocking than not wanting to hold out until marriage.
Either paradigm does not really work for me as it requires having had some experience by one's early twenties. Fact: I have no such thing under my belt. At times I am blissfully exuberant for being spared from any STD scares or awkward the-day-afters. Other times, I am absolutely neutral as I sit in an NYC cafe sandwiched between two couples. Unfortunately, I also have my share of feeling blue due to the nonexistence of a counter-part. In each moment, my friends would calibrate their responses, thinking wishfully that I would somehow reach equilibrium: normalcy. The most mind-boggling thing, though, is the fact that I find myself caring more often than not. I catch myself contemplating on joining an online dating site and actually dipping my foot in. I notice myself enviously looking at photos of my friends and their partners. I see the X-ray vision of my heart slowly melting to my stomach, causing awful anxiety-induced stomach aches. And yet, I also find myself not wanting to go on that date or not wanting what a date even entails.
|Don't you love it when Disney Royalties are candid?|
|Mindy and Josh without the awful truth (sigh)|
This is an awfully pathetic take on being a twentysomething, but I know that there are still other outliers out there who would understand this post and perhaps feel less lonely about life.
The Cowardly, Loveless Lion
|Wish this Princess luck on finding her Prince/ss Charming!|
P.S. Yes, I have "Disney Princess Syndrome"
Interesting articles on Millennial relationships:
1. Cohabiting with an ex - http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/09/realestate/all-over-but-the-lease.html?_r=3&adxnnl=1&pagewanted=all&adxnnlx=1371047459-hMjgYfwAzN9HggsMdK7EIg
2. Labeling in today's society - http://yalenusblog.com/2013/04/09/acceptance/
3. The age old question - http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-dont-understand-boys/
Photos were taken at Disney World or from Mindy Project stills