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Don't ask why I'm dedicating an entire post to marriage. Its just on my mind.

Nancy came over for Glee night last night (which was EPIC btw), and after we got back from eating dinner, somehow our conversation turned to marriage.

She predicted that I would either be in a serious relationship (aka all we're waiting for is el ring), engaged, or married by my 21st birthday.

That's in a year, people.

A YEAR.

That means, if everything goes according to the way I want it to, I have six months (or less) to meet my future husband. Because I know for a fact that I haven't met him yet. Actually, that's a lie. There is a guy who is a serious candidate. But he has to get off his mission first. And no, I will not say his name.

Anyway.

Me. Close to marriage in a year. I don't see it.

Mainly just because I'm not ready now, and I doubt a year will make a difference. Although people can change a lot in a year. But still. I'm not ready. Nancy asked what makes me say I'm not ready. And here are my reasons:

There's the fact that the guy who I literally thought I was going to marry (HA! What a joke.) went off and did something terrible. Even though we had broken up when said terrible thing happened, there was (keyword: was. No mas.) the agreement before the break-up that we would try dating again when he got off his mission. And now there will always be the worry that what said guy did to me can happen again with a different guy. So, not necessarily trust issues, but definitely worries. If that makes sense.

Then there's the simple fact that I'm not "on the hunt" for a husband, as most girls my age up here are. DISCLAIMER: I'm not saying every single 19 year-old girl up here is looking for a husband. But there are definitely a lot of them who are. Anyway. I'm fine with where my life is at right now. Yes. I would enjoy going on more dates. And a relationship would be nice to have, but its not necessary. But marriage? It just doesn't feel like its in the cards for me at the moment.

And then there's the fact that I can barely take care of myself (in terms of cooking, cleaning, etc). How am I supposed to take care of another person?

Now. Above, I mentioned that I have six months to meet the future Mr. McCabe. As I have been writing this post, I have realized that the aforementioned statement is false. I don't have six months. Because the way I want things to go is I want to be friends with the guy first. I want to get to know him as a friend. For at least three months. And then I want to date him for at least six months before we even start talking about marriage.

Remember how I said there was a guy I was convinced I was going to marry? We dated for two months, and had only physically seen each other TWICE, before we started talking about marriage. And we met two months before we officially started dating. I know. I was an idiot when I was younger. Anyway. Now that I have gone through that, I know that four months is NOT enough time to be willing to commit your life to someone. At least, not to me. Others feel differently. And that's okay.

Anyway. Three months of friendship, six months of dating, and then at least three months in terms of engagement. That right there is a year. And Nancy said I'll be engaged or married in a year. So remember when I said I have six months to meet my future husband? WRONG. I need to meet him yesterday. Assuming I actually wanted to be married in a year. Which I don't.

When Nancy said I would either be engaged or married in a year, I told her it wasn't happening. Mainly because besides the guy on his mission (who probably has no idea that I feel this way about him...because I certainly haven't told him), I really do know for a fact that I haven't met my husband. But now that I've remembered the "plan" I have for myself, it really isn't going to happen in a year.

And lets not forget that I may or may not serve a mission.

But the point of this post wasn't to prove Nancy wrong.

I'm not even sure what the main point of this post was.

But it was fun to write about this. Even if I will for sure get some form of an unwelcome comment.

Have a great Wednesday!

"Are there any Mormons in here?"

My World Foundations teacher has to be one of the most condescending people on this planet.

He has us read these RIDICULOUS things for class. 99.9% of the time, I don't even understand why we are studying the stuff we do.

So we get to class, and then he asks us questions about what we read. And his questions are either worded in a confusing way, or his questions are just really difficult for such a supposed "easy class". A few people are able to answer his questions, but most of us are just freshmen/sophomores, and this is one of the first classes of our college careers we are taking (that doesn't apply to me, but I still feel like his questions are more difficult than the questions in my "harder" classes). Anyway. So then he continues to ask us questions, but he asks "whoever hasn't answered, raise your hands."

Those who haven't answered don't raise their hands, mainly because the reason we didn't answer the first time is because we don't have an answer. At least, not a good enough one.

He's one of those teachers who will ask for your opinion, but if your opinion doesn't match his, he says its wrong.

So we don't raise our hands. Or we do, but we do so reluctantly, and all of us silently pray he doesn't pick on one of us to answer.

During those moments where absolutely none of us raise our hands, he will ask one of the most condescending questions I've ever heard:

"Are there any Mormons in here?"

As if our being Mormon automatically gives us the ability to answer questions that have absolutely NOTHING to do with church. For example, today we discussed Oedipus Rex. For those of you who don't know what that absolute LOVELY tale is about, it is about a man who, at the end of the story, has killed his father and produced children with his MOTHER. Granted, he did it not knowing those people were his parents. But still. 

Can I just ask WHY IS IT NECESSARY TO BE LEARNING ABOUT THIS CRAP?!

So he repeatedly asks that question, and normally asks it every class. 

Are there any Mormons in your class, Brother Gorton? I think if you have to ask us that question every class, then your definition of "being Mormon" is obviously very different from ours. 

Dominos

I work here now.

I haven't officially started, but I've been offered the job. Which I think counts as working there.

I'm thrilled that I finally have a job!!

For the past year or so, I've been looking for a job in Rexburg. With no such luck, unfortunately. I applied everywhere, I prayed all the time, did everything I could to get a job...and got nothing. Then one day, as I was sitting in my religion class, I got the feeling (in fact, I actually heard it in my mind) that I was not supposed to work in Rexburg at that moment in time.

About a month or so later, I made the decision to defer a semester of school so I could work at my old jobs in Utah. And now, looking back on that whole experience, I realize that I really wasn't supposed to get a job in Rexburg. Because if I had, I wouldn't have moved home. I wouldn't have met all the wonderful people in the Riverton 1st YSA ward. I wouldn't have reconnected with people from high school. I wouldn't have met the guy that I "dated" for a majority of my time home.

And now that I have a job in Rexburg, I'm excited to make friends with my coworkers, and who knows. I might meet someone while working.

It shall be a journey, indeed.