Freedom Part I
For the first time, I finally felt at home. Tonight I got to hang out with a bunch of other YA guys. We just bought wings, kicked back, watched baseball and talked about guy things (aka stupid things like road signs people have stolen) and threw a fly against a wall. It was awesome. I get to sit around, eat, and chill with people my age and in a similar life context.
The guy who started it is recently married and just wanted to spend some time like he used to and he was having a blast. He missed kicking it back w/ the boys. Another married guy echoed how it beats watching the Bachelorette or Harry Potter. They love their wives but just relished the opportunity to get out and just be guys and hang out with guys.
I realized just how naive I am. I realized this before but I keep on forgetting. When you’re married, it’s not about you anymore. You can’t just do what you want when you want. You have someone else to think about. I think marriage is like this magical fix. It’s the one thing in life I’m missing and when I have it, everything will be awesome.
But I can’t have my cake and eat it too. With marriage comes sacrifice. I lose personal freedom. Right now I can do what I want. If I don’t want to watch the Harry Potter movie, I won’t. No one’s asking (forcing) me to go. No one’s looking over my shoulder at what I eat. I have the freedom to choose my direction and dictate my life.
I’ll pick up on this thought in a different direction tomorrow. To be continued.