Robot Nation

I don't belong here.

Everyone is getting married. EVERYONE. If they're not getting married they're moving in with their significant other. If they're not moving in with their significant other they are having babies. I'm repulsed by the idea of getting married to someone; locked in an obligation for the rest of my life; taking care of their issues; nursing their egos; walking on eggshells around their mom and cleaning up after their dad.

Here's what your life is supposed to be: You go to school for 16+ years. You meet someone. The two of you fit together nicely, like Velcro. You get married. You buy a house. You buy a bunch of shit. You have children. You buy them a bunch of shit. Sometimes you get divorced. Then you remarry. Then you have more children because-hey, why else would you get married again? Then you grow old. Then you die.

So if your life is not like this and you don't give a shit if you have a $10,000+ wedding, a diamond ring and a f-ing kid named Miley then you need to be questioned. You need a psych eval, pronto. Add a tattoo and not eating meat and you need to be committed. Crazies like you can't be running around.

Robot Nation.