Marriage. Marriage is what brings me to blog, today.

Even though I am not considered "old" quite yet, sometimes I feel it. My bones ache on a daily basis, I find myself passing up sweets for granola, I shake my fist at 'melding kids' for driving to fast on the highway, and it seems that a vast majority of my friends are engaging in matrimony.

I broke up with my boyfriend of a year and a half about a year and a half ago (oh, the irony). When we ended our very serious relationship, I truly believed that I would be the first to bounce back. After all, I was the "strong" one in the relationship, and I was the one that was breaking up with HIM. However, irony decided to kick me in the pants about six months later when I learned that he got a new girlfriend. WHAT?! The confidence I once had in my flirtatious abilities completely left. Gone. Buh bye. I soon discovered that I happen to be amazingly awkward around the opposite sex, usually substituting creepiness for flirtation. And the saga continues.

However, though I am single, I am generally happy. I do complain quite a bit about seeing relationship statuses change due to a ring coming into the mix. I really am satisfied with being single, though. It gives me the ability to travel anywhere I want:) And I feel like it gives me a chance to be dependent on myself and become a better person for (hopefully) the future "Mr. Right." So, I say 'mazel tov' to all of my friends who are shopping for dresses and suits! Just make sure I get an invite ;)

I am like a peanut can.

You know, those cans of "peanuts" that were continually offered to you  in grade school on April Fool's Day? The ones that seemed like innocents canisters containing salty nuts, but when opened, you were utterly exasperated to discover plastic snakes being catapulted at you face. It gets you every time. Doesn't it?

Well, this evening I would like to compare myself to one of those poignant pranks. I am one of those types of people who subconsciously bottles things up deep, deep into my inner most being, inside a cage that has too many locks to count and no keys to relieve them of their duties. It is here that the stresses of my life go to rest for only short moments in my very short life. It is here that the spontaneous combustion occurs, and some how, some way, the locks, chains and weldings are broken, only to release these demons that have been longing for emotions to feed off of. It is here that the gremlins begin to eat away at any feeling they can reach, and it is here that the damn will breech. The dam will breech and the river will flow. The waves will run to where only God knows. And it is here where these wretches, these imps, take control of the last feeling I possess.

So what I am to do, but surprise every one of you? With an explosion of snakes in your face?