Is everyone finally done with their winter wedding season? I must say, it’s a blast attending your friends’ weddings. Especially, if someone close to you is getting married, then you get the ‘real’ taste of joy in all those dance practices, hangouts and late-nighters et al.

I barely have any close friends who aren’t married now. But the one last major wedding in my life is pending — my brother’s. So, his marriage is coming up in about a month, and I couldn’t be more psyched. I think I’m very well prepared for it, now that I’ve learnt so many dance steps in this recent wedding blockbuster. I can’t wait to be in those fun events and all-nighters that lead up to their big day.

I’d like to think that I’m a good dancer, but recently I’ve been told that I’m a bit stiff, which I don’t believe. I’ve come to the point of responding to people who say, “Well, you were having a blast, that’s what counts” (psst, I dance amazingly). You have to have a bit of a narcissist in you, I suppose; a positive chunk of self-confidence carries you a long way.

But there is one thing about my brother’s wedding that has been putting me off. That is, the age-old question: “So, when are you getting married?” To be honest, that’s a ridiculous question. Next time someone asks me that, I’m going to pull out a deck of tarot cards and ask the other person to do my reading and find out.

Honestly, I keep my calm (let’s see how long that lasts) and tell the other person that, for now, I’m just looking forward to my brother’s wedding; I’m going to have so much fun and whatnot. But damn, do people know how to touch a nerve.

I honestly keep my calm (let’s see how long that lasts) and tell the other person that, for now, I’m just looking forward to my brother’s wedding; and I’m going to have so much fun and whatnot. But damn, do people know how to touch a nerve. 

I recently told a friend of mine about my brother’s wedding, because I wanted him to attend it. And he asked me the same question, which I didn’t mind because I know this question for some is like a ‘reflex’ response. You know what tipped me off? When he started to convince me that I should get married now, that it is ‘time.’

First off, if I had someone in my pocket that I loved so dearly and there was nothing holding me back, I would’ve already got hitched. Second, I don’t need to be told that it’s time. I thought it was supposed to be destiny which would or wouldn’t happen to you.

Well, if everyone believes it’s in the destiny — or it isn’t — so why do they hold me accountable for not having gotten married already?

Now, I’m not going to be someone who’d chant the slogan that I’m fine by myself and that I don’t need another person in my life to make me happy. Of course, I do; but one decision I’m truly grateful for is tossing aside that knife above my head of when to get married.

I’m turning 30 this year (I’ll come back later someday to rant about how the sad hype people make sounding the arrival of 30s; I’m too excited about it already). And it’s just natural biological pressure that builds onto both men and women, of the need to get married. But since destiny has held the strings throughout my life, I’m going to let it carry me on with this one as well. If it doesn’t, well, it isn’t the end of the world.

But for now, as my brother’s wedding comes closer, I’m just excited about all the fun that comes with it. Dance I shall; and enjoy I most definitely will. Who knows, maybe my urge to dance is some primitive instinct at work that wants me to attract a mate?

Even if it’s that, I’ll enjoy the process and sing que sera sera (whatever will be, will be).

The writer is an ex-serviceman and a freelancer. He can be reached at shaafayzia@gmail.com