outgunned

I just spent the last hour sitting meekly in front of three very earnest, very VERY outspoken and talkative Chinese Christians. One of them happened to be my mom. The other two were a couple, a vivacious auntie and her husband.

The three of them took turns exhorting me to pray for my future marriage partner and did nothing short of attempting to HAMMER into my thick skull how important it is that I find a Christian hubby for future marital bliss. The auntie spoke at a machine gun rate, shooting out words as fast as my ear canals can process them.

I did a lot of nodding and smiling, like a bona fide emily bobbo head.

Here's the thing: I don't even actually disagree with them per se. It's not like I'm deliberately being perverse and saying, well, I'm just gonna get hitched to some unsaved heathen to spite my mother. No...I wouldn't play games like that with my own marriage. My brainwaves may not always be operating at some super alpha level, but they have not yet flatlined either. On the other hand, I'm not exactly sure what they want me to do. It's not like I have any potential prospects at this point in my life. My mom is making me feel like a rebel, but talk about a rebel without a cause, or more aptly, a rebel that is a figment of her imagination.

In other words, sure, I'd like to settle down with good loving guy one day, get married and have my 2.5 kids and all that jazz, but all in good time. I don't think that time has come for me yet. I don't understand what she's making me feel bad about. My mom has gotten it into her head somehow that I'm this rebellious, stubborn mule of a girl. But exactly what am I rebelling against? My own happiness or her PERCEIVED and imagined possible future unhappiness in my life?

My mother, thou doth worrieth too much. But I still love you, of course.