Aproximativ iesit din pseudo-depresie (no, no pms). Just a deja-vu mood of  “I wanna go to the Red Cross and become a nurse and go to India and forget about marriage, family and kids. Forget about men, but not before trying some tantric sex. Oh, and maybe try with women, maybe I can get myself to like ’em enough”.

Now, this is a “summer+scary marriage mood”, it appears every time mothers with ideas appear ( future possible mother-in-law with very actual ideas, sigh). I still don’t know why the whole marriage set seems so scary.

It appears as a cage, with invisible walls made of relatives, strangers looking after your wedding ring, children screaming and a lot of things you HAVE to do. As in: you HAVE to feed the child NOW, put it to bed, cook for husband, do the dishes or there’s no place for others, prepare for parents-in-law visits, prepare for matrimonial sex. Oh, and don’t forget about the all-inclusive trip to…. somewhere, it should be cheap, lazy and full of exotic food. Only once a year, ’cause it’s hard for 2 to obtain vacation at the same time.

It seems that, by marrying, you close the door of freedom and time waste (am chef sa citesc in loc sa spal vasele? am chef s-o tulesc la mama? am chef sa-mi cumpar 3 carti? n-am chef sa fac nimic?) and you enter the world of adults – the world of HAVE TO.

Lumea in care oamenii clevetesc daca te-ai intalnit cu un prieten si barbata-tau nu era acolo, lumea in care esti intrebat “si socru-tau ce v-a dat?”, lumea in care toti incep cu “si casa pe cand? si masina pe cand? si copilul pe cand?” si dup-aia iti zic: tu ai vrut casa/masina/copil. O lume care nu concepe distractie in 1, momente de invidualism (mai ales pentru femeie), o lume care cere femeii sa fie gospodina/mama buna/sotie buna.

Eu nu m-am nascut gospodina. Ceea ce gatesc apare ca “Experiment”, curatenia mea nu e impecabila. Nu m-am nascut sa fiu sotie in sensul ALA al cuvantului.

Acum apare intrebarea daca pot rupe zidurile mentale construite in jurul ideei de casnicie. Exista si casatorii care nu se supun tiparului de mai sus, nu? Mai ales printre cei de 30-35 de ani.

Go read “The Age of innocence” by Edith Wharton. The world did not change that much in 100 years.


Proclam saptamana sanatoasa, cu 5 minute de miscare zilnica si mai multe fructe. Si fara ros de unghii (asta e cea mai grea parte…)