At least no one ever asks if I am dating someone, or who my lastest beau is, or why I don’t have a man blah blah blah.

There may or may not be some issues surrounding why I don’t get the third degree about my relationship status while my uber hot cousin does…but I don’t want to really pursue the potential for jealousy and jerky assumptions that stereotype plus sized feminist like gals supposedly unable to catch a man…I wouldn’t want to believe that my loved ones carry that belief about me.

Instead I would rather bask in the fact that I am free of their pesky inquisition and get to just be me without the requirement of a date for family functions….
Regardless of the fact that my singlehood and living and carring for both my mother and grandfather somehow leaves me in an everlasting child-like state. Yes, I still get the $20 gift certificate to the movies in a kid like card while my uber hot cousin married and pregnant with house and career gets a toaster oven (i would like one also) or a roasting pan, or some other adult-like gift.

I question, what does it take for everyone else to see that I am no longer a child, but an educated grown up woman? Short of going out and finding a man and falling in line with social norms what is the next possible option? Is it that leaving my mom and grandpa to fend for themselves, so I can move out and achieve my adulthood really the responsible path to adulthood? Seemingly I could own the house we live in and I will still be the kid in the family…simply because I do not have the traditional family of my own.

Perhaps this is all just in my head and all 20somethings are stuck in this stupid tunnel where we are not kids and not adults.