MɪDᴇ 🫥

The way a good number of women romanticise the idea of meeting a complete stranger and marrying them within 3–6 months in the name of “men know what they want” will never sit well with me. Not to be that person, but it’s strange. And the even crazier part is how much agency you’re willing to surrender in this whole narrative. Any random stranger can walk into your life, decide he wants to marry you within six months, and you interpret that as some grand validation of your worth. “He saw my worth, that’s why he married me so quickly.” As opposed to questioning how strange it is that you’re willing to let someone you barely know make a lifelong commitment with you. Why is his willingness to marry you so quickly the ultimate measure of your worth? Where does your own judgment, discernment and decision-making come into all of this? Do you even like the person beyond the excitement of being chosen? So many questions, very few answers, but yeah…..it is what it is.