I want to get married. That’s what I’ve decided. I mean, duh it would be freaking awesome to find someone that I loved that loved me back and with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life, but I think I want the technical designation of marital union as well.
Let me explain. I don’t care what it’s called, necessarily. Spouse, mate, buddy-friend, partner in crime; the name doesn’t hold a candle to the level of importance of the actual relationship. I like the idea of being officially linked together though because that means we’re stuck together, no just up and peacing out because something gets hard or someone gets frustrated (or frustrating). In my little mind, the level of commitment that comes with marriage is where it’s at.
This is what’s been in my head as of late. Now that I’ve come to terms with the notion that I can’t weasel my way out of having a future and all. Not that it will happen any time soon, but somewhere down the line.
First I’d have to have some heavy-duty conversations with some people. Namely my family. Which scares the crap out of me. So it’ll be a while yet.
And now, it’s time for a picture. Assuming I can figure out how to post one. But I figure it’s high time I learned, so hopefully it works. These guys are straight-up my favorite couple ever. I know everyone loves Ellen, but her sweet wife is one of my all-time heroes.