I find myself yike-ing about marriage, about babies. They creep me out. My mom was describing the moment my sis-in-law screams in pain, my brother was crying like a baby.
“Mom, spares me the details.”
“That’s how great mothers are.”
Creep creepy. I know the woman anatomy, I know how things work, the physical and physiological part. I know there are plenty of blood involved.
I don’t know. Is it the commitment part? It is the attachment part? Or is it the responsible part? I can hardly understand why I feel this way. It’s not that I hate love and relationships stuffs, I love them, in fact I believe in love. But not the marriage part. So, what am I really afraid of?