She's got her pretty little bare feet
hanging out the window and
they're heading up to Vegas tonight.
How could eighteen years just up and walk away?
Our little ponytailed girl grown up to be a woman
and she's gone in the blink of an eye.
Good question - how could eighteen years just up and walk away?
I'm near twenty, and I'm not s**t near ready for a wedding, Vegas or not! Much as I hate to sound like an old fogey, it's gotta be said: Kids these days just don't know what they've got. Twenty-five is still a kid, maybe not a child, but definitely a kid in the eyes of many. What does an eighteen-year-old know about the work, responsibility, finances, and effort involved in a marriage? Jackshit! That's what the average teen knows about marriage. Jack-bloody-s**t.
The wedding ring your beloved "deserves" can rob you of months' worth of your salary. How the s**t are you supposed to take care of yourself if you put a tiny piece of shiny metal and a miniscule rock above a place to live and food to eat? Because that's what you're taking away from, buying her a damn overpriced rock in an ugly claw when a band of silver is prettier and cheaper. (I'm not a fan of gold or gems stare sweatdrop ) Have fun eating nothing but ramen in a three-room hovel for the next half a year. Now, look, I understand how it's important to have a distinct symbol of your love for each other, but it's also important to recognize that teenagers rarely have enough of an income to afford basic necessities like food and shelter. That wedding ring is subtracting from your ability to support yourself and your spouse.
And kids. Are you ready for kids? Can you afford your own medical expenses right now? What the hell are you doing, risking the chance bringing another disease-carrying lump into this world when you can't even afford to take care of your own diseases? Don't give me any garbage about using protection, either. Unless you're in a homosexual relationship or one of you is medically incapable of making babies, it is a possibility. Protection can and does fail. Condoms break, pills and shots can be forgotten, and menstruation is possible while on the Pill or other forms of birth control. Even a physically and mentally average child is extremely difficult to care for. This is not like babysitting. This is not somebody else's little brat that you can decide at a whim that you never want to see again. This is a child of your very own, one that you are responsible for 24/7/365 (366 on Leap Year!), and you aren't being paid to take care of it. A handicapped, impaired, or crippled child would be an even greater challenge.
I think my brain just shorted out. Mid-rant, too, damn.
 Happy Emo Child · Wed Sep 29, 2004 @ 07:01pm · 1 Comments |
