It's strange watching what happens after graduation. A couple of graduations have passed and it feels even stranger. Popular student leaders turn into young parents. Delinquent classmates appear in theater, or land teaching positions in your previous school. Classmates who used to bully and be bullied get married. Friends who once conspired with you to write a diary against other friends enter the corporate world. Friends who used to bite and strangle fellow human beings acquire their own screaming fans.
It feels weirder still when it is one of your friends that end up with all three: a job, a husband, and a child. It slaps you wondering whether it really has been that long since you last traveled to C.P. Garcia on foot, with pieces of clothing on your heads, and her singing Britney Spears' I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman, as she bumps into the guard. They're adults now; how uncanny! And so are you. How in the world did that happen?
My own venture into adulthood had just been learning to commute, to cook, to live alone, and getting that driver's license. I'm quite relived that my circles are yet to be depleted of single, unemployed individuals still preoccupied with classes and that elusive degree. In a couple of years, they'd probably be handed those diplomas and I'd be comforted just to find them yet to discover or admit the temptations of romantic relationships. Although I wouldn't feel so alone otherwise, since I have med friends aboard the same ship to years of brokenness in more sleepless nights.
Talks of future spouses from these friends have been prodding my consciousness a lot. We're really in that age, I guess. Everyone's sure about leaving singleness someday, which I find puzzling. They're mostly Christians, by the way. The promise of Christianity is salvation, not fulfillment of dream weddings, and marriage proposals. So how can they be so sure?
The enthusiasm is contagious, though, and, after recent events have been settled, got me thinking about my own options. 'Never' has been way more solid before Him. So far, I'm reluctant to admit that I am meant for such union, despite occasionally catching myself waiting for someone. It's involuntary, and accompanied by lamentations of 'if Christ is sufficient, who the crap am I still waiting for?'
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