Omg my parents and my maternal grandma was like: (about my older brother’s marriage thing) “You have to see out more options (in the same timeframe) in case your first match fails” or something…
Marriage is like College to them, and their “searching for ‘candidates for marriage’” is like looking at colleges (or perhaps a college processing applications), looking at the person’s profiles, education level, wealth, looks, intelligence, occupation, etc…
So weird to be in the sphere of all this lol…
They be so busy mom doesn’t even really wanna talk to me…
(What the hell is life? Is this what being a human is? Be born, cant do anything for 6 years, then go through 8 hours of school every day till 18, then college, then work, marriage, taxes, children, then onto the graveyard. Yayyy.
Pls get me out of this simulation, I’m so bored and tired… 😩
Sorry I got another existential crisis…)
I recently read „The death of Ivan Iljych“ by Tolstoy. He asks the same questions about life that you do. Doesn’t really pose any concrete answer of course, I’d be shocked if there was an universal one, but maybe you can find something that helps you find your own in there.