As a young child of maybe two or three, I distinctly recall having many burning questions. One of these—pertinent to our discussion today—went, “But how does the mommy’s body know to wait before she is married to get pregnant?” Of course, people skirted around the issue and I didn’t receive a real answer until a few years later, but the point I’m trying to make here is that even at a tiny age, I was beginning to discern between something that was biological and primal—getting pregnant—and something that was essentially human-concocted—marriage.
After spending years carefully pondering over so many things like this, I’m usually forced to acknowledge that actuality is really nothing more than a refined variant of some inkling I possessed years before. This case was no different, and I retain to this day a clear-cut notion of what is basic and what is tacked-on by society.
But I digress.
What I initially planned to do this evening was to ruffle a few feathers by going against the flow and speaking out in favour of arranged marriages. Now, this sort of union is very common in my part of the world, and since most people believe they will resent the choices made for them by their elders, they tend to feel constricted by the thought or even repulsed by the idea. Either way, they begin to hate the process a priori.
I will not do that. But for what I will do however, you will have to wait a tad.