Just last week somebody asked me yet again to “find” a gal and settle down. Apparently the ladies adore me, though I can’t see why.
In a few days I’ll be entering the final year of my 40’s. I’ve resisted settling down for so long, it’s like the song says, become an institution as well.
When you reach this age, you do wonder what it would be like… being married. I can’t deny not thinking about it every now and then. But I still for the life of me, can’t imagine having a wife, two and half kids, a house with white picket fence and all the other trappings that go with marriage.
It all just seems so mundane and comformist and boring. I think I would slit my wrists.
So no, I’ll think about again in my 50’s, if I do manage to get there.