blind compromise

because i have spent the past consecutive nights painting until 2 or 3 am, i forgot that the period immediately after my painting final, i have a comprehensive spanish final. in realization, i laughed. like a maniac. so here i am, studying for spanish, then off to the painting room to finalize a couple projects.

comprometerse (con): to get engaged (to).

i laughed because it sounds like... "compromise."

i also thought it bizzare, i sat here at this very computer, typing out spanish vocabulary, listening to hip-hop, but thinking about the uneven progression of maturity (and the often spotted digression into immaturity) following the crossover from student to alumnus. all at the same time. how do i do it? hmm.. funny.

back to the compromise. i shook my head upon this afternoon's discovery that some 20-yr-old acquaintances just got engaged. so they say they turn 21 in a few MONTHS (which, in my opinion, is still a very long time considering their situation). i won't make any judgments. granted, there are people who had to grow up faster than most - remember that kid who was 4 turning 40? i think he's "55" right now. he probably gets some odd double discount for kids and seniors. and i'm sure by the time he gets married, he will be ready, because he has his house filled with price-slashed furniture and slip-proof-soled shoes.

but he's an exception.

i almost want to say that "comprometerse" does refer to the cupid-struck lover jumping into a black hole. it's a compromise of things they do not even realize. this is what happens:
"Okay, we will arrive at this mutual agreement that yes we want to get married. i will give up those three to five years that i could have spent learning to rent my own place, cook my food, earn my own money, fill up my own gas tank, iron my clothes, and find some financial stability with a good-paying jobs, and making a sensible budget towards tithes and offerings, loan repayment, bills, utilities, necessities, and agreeable entertainment. In your part, upon this commitment, you agree to have me in replacement for all the above, an any other unmentioned footstool of independency. And may we not forget that we are also compromising our chance to find out who we are as separate individuals, who have identities apart from our desperate need to have each other fill holes in our lives, because we're so desperate for a quick fulfillment, how dare we even ask God Himself (Who will tell us to have patience... what an absurdity!) to fill in the cracks."

yup,
blind compromise.


yet another thing that-- makes me laugh in sad irony, like everything else i laughed at today.



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2:15 PM