I am annoyed.  It seems that everybody, aunts, uncles and even one grandfather, in Bagbaguin is itching to get everybody married, and their target of the month is my brother. 

You see, my mother only has two other sisters and between the three of them, there’re only seven of us cousins and my brother’s the eldest of the group at twenty-nine years old.  Suffice it to say that no one in our group has ever been impregnated, ever gotten someone pregnant, gotten married or eloped.  I guess they think that it’s high time that we get our first marriage in our circle.  They all seem to want to see children in our compound, for some reason.

I really don’t get it.  Sure they want to see, cuddle or whatever a child in our place but it’s not like they’re going to be the ones to raise the damned kid.  Don’t they understand how much raising a kid is going to cost?  At this day and age I don’t think it’s wise to start a family unless you’re absolutely sure that you have or can have the means to finance it.  It’s like an investment of sorts, only, you know, infinitely more dangerous because if you fail in this particular endeavor, you don’t just lose money; you ruin lives.

It’s not that I don’t like the girl they’re trying to match up with my brother; I actually think she’s interesting.  It’s just that I really don’t think that my brother can handle the pressures of married life.  I mean, I think I should know, right?  I do live with the guy.  He might be nearing thirty years of age already but he’s still miles away from the maturity mark. 

And my relatives’ measures aren’t something praise-worthy either.  God.  They keep on pushing and pushing and pushing my brother to go and meet with the girl’s parents that it’s almost bordering on desperation.  They keep on telling him that once he gets on the girl’s parents’ good side, it’s a sure in with the girl also.  Pfffft.  Keep dreaming, people.  At this day and age girls are very much hardheaded and stubbornly independent; I doubt that an already employed stewardess who’s already circled the globe would give in to a fixed marriage just because. 

I keep on thinking that my relatives want something out of this.  They’re just that pushy.  It’s like they’re getting paid to do it, and whatever pea brained idea they have in their head along that particular line, well they’re wrong.  I just have this weird feeling that they’re forcing something that can not possibly end well on a group that’s perfectly content with the way things are.  Why does it have to change again?

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m being selfish about this.  Why wouldn’t I be?  This could possibly ruin the family dynamics that I’ve lived with the whole of my life.  I enjoy being the family’s bunso thanks very much, and I don’t think I’d welcome anyone who’ll ruin that anytime soon. 

If I were anything like Blair Waldorff or Kathryn I’d plot and scheme my way into ruining this match.  But I’m not like them.  I can only pout my way through this and try to think up of positive reasons as to why the hell this should be allowed.

Ugh. Whatever.