25 September 2008

I Do?

-My good friend Liz posted an interesting blog today...And it's something I actually think about often. "Would You Marry You?" Me? Probably not, actually. For one thing, I've long been grateful that I am a girl, so that I don't have to deal with being married to a girl. Additionally, I don't think I'm such a great catch. I know people love me, and I know I'm fun or whatever, but that's all a facade. I've spent my life pretending to be a great person. I really am very good at it.

And I think that's exactly why I wouldn't want to marry myself: Because I know my personality wouldn't really get along with itself. For example: I really only do what's expected of me. And I hate having to tell people what they need to do. So, I'd get really annoyed with myself for something I'm neglecting to do, but because I don't want to be a nag, instead of telling myself to do it, I'd just let the frustration brew up inside myself.

Also, I'm very good at pushing people away; I am not good at talking about important issues; I am more of a mirror than a painting; I never cook anymore; I don't really enjoy cleaning; I am against "working out"; I have no follow through; there is no creativity in me; I'd rather put money in a savings account than spend it (you may think this is a good thing, and sometimes it is, but sometimes you just want to buy something without feeling guilty); I'm incredibly naive/inexperienced/ignorant; I'm not good at sitting still--and that's just to list a few.

Would I marry me? No, I wouldn't. But I'm still hoping that some day someone else will! And the things that I can change, I'm trying. I've even gone to the gym recently!<--just to show how much effort and sacrifice I'm putting in to it!

1 comment:

Liz the Poet said...

Heather, I hear you.

As you know, I wouldn’t marry myself either. The problem is like you said: we know ourselves too well! I know all my hidden faults. Faults I don’t think I would even tell a spouse!

And frankly, I’ve always believed that the better you are, the better your spouse. (Although, I have known many saintly women married to complete losers.)