Did anyone else in Utah county notice how in a day, it went from pretty dang warm to definite fall weather? I've lived in Utah all my life, and I still don't think I will get used to the bipolar nature of the weather.
When I first decided to go to BYU for my schooling, the neverending comments about my impending "marriage" began to come from everybody, stopping short of random people on the street pointing and laughing and saying "Ring by spring! Ring by spring!" In all honesty, I was very upset by how people reacted to where I was going. I ended up blowing up at my mom in the middle of church one day because she went out with a bunch of her friends and they had a pool going about when I'd get married (seriously, people...I decide my future. NOT YOU). I got a nice, long talkin'-to from my dad, who used the example that he's been bald for years and is still hearing bald jokes from everybody. He said, "Just take it as it comes. If someone says you'll be married in a year, say 'Oh, I'm betting six months.' See what they say then."
So, I did that with this one kid. Jeff Dickman. And if he ever by chance reads this, well...now he knows why I said what I said. He was sitting in front of me at a meeting for our school's literary magazine, and he and I started talking about college. He made the comment that I was going to get "married within a year" and, taking my dad's advice, I turned to him and said, "Oh, I'm shooting for six months." Haha, he was speechless. He didn't know what to say, and he kind of gave me this funny look and was trying not to be rude, but he just laughed uncomfortably and turned around in his desk. Good stuff.
I think I've become resilient to it all now, because I went to a family party yesterday, and of course when they found out I was going to school at BYU, I got all sorts of questions about marriage and how that's the only reason girls go down there (for the record, that was honestly not my intention...I filled out a survey before I came for the university, and on filling out my reasons for coming here, I realized that it was actually not my intention at all). Someone said, "Oh, you're going down there for your M.R.S. degree, aren't you?" (wow, original...that's one I've never heard before *insert sarcasm here*) I just said, "Ya, I guess so. That's the rumor going around, anyway." It was my family, and I didn't want to offend them...so I figured I should be relatively caustic-free.
I'm proud to say, though, that I've grown relatively numb to the comments made. The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I admitted I had a problem with my mother (my own mother joined the bandwagon, for crying out loud!) laughing about my supposed marriage, and then I rectified the situation. Making progress is what life's all about. :)