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For such a long time, I thought I understood long term relationships and that anyone can have them at any age Specifically my own personal demographic But suddenly A switch flipped And a light bulb flickered Or maybe a few Google search results popped up And I realized That There is too much to do Too much to learn Too much to grow into To spend my precious, limited time Tied down in an aristocratic relationship As the average age of death for an African-American female from the corn field riddled state of Michigan Is a measly 76.98 years That means that I'll most likely Spend about 50 years of my life (As the average first marriage age is 26 years old) Married Or in other words, Tied down Bound Shackled Trapped Captured Marriage isn't slavery...right? Now Marriage is definitely not a bad thing It's quite beautiful, in fact But it's so long Seemingly dreary, really 50 years With some guy That now, as a 15 year old, I don't even know Or maybe I do But anyways I think about finding The One as often as I think about whether water is wet Or why we say "get on the bus" yet "get into the car" To me, it's a phenomenon the latest wonder of the world So, according to statistics I have about eleven years to find The One Or in other words Eleven years until I'm stripped of my freedom And that, my friend, is one of the biggest burdens you could place on a girl like me In those eleven years come medical school, graduation, prom, just simply finding myself And now, not only do I have to find myself, but someone else? The universe truly does work in miraculous ways And I have the audacity to think about dating someone now and staying with them up until that distant, abstract concoction of Twenty And Six Could you possibly imagine this? One person, for 61 years? Living with them? Living for them? It's virtually impossible! And not to mention, absolutely crazy! Why spend eleven years on false hope? Shaky optimism? When you can spend those eleven years Doing Algebra? Reading five books a day? Taking endless naps? Serious relationships fall into the category of Young Adult Things You may know other components in this category like Taxes, Bills, Credit Score, Debt. However Oddly enough These things make life difficult Yet balanced
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