By now, the quarter-life crisis is no longer just a fad, it’s a real issue. Finding a decent job after graduation seems like a miracle that only a few of us can pull off nowadays. As a 25-year-old Bengali girl, it gets even worse. All my life, I’ve been prepped by my parents to be molded into marriage material. Armed with a college education and a decent career (finally), the only things left to do, according to them, is get married, have babies and oh, yeah, go to grad school. The pressure to get married is different than what I had imagined it would be. My parents are now urging me to go out there and find someone on my own, as long as they fit the bill of what they would want. While I don’t enjoy being pushed and pitied for being 25 years old and single, I don’t exactly mind pursuing the arranged marriage route. The system has changed and my generation is no longer forced to make a decision after one meeting. Several meeting, months, sometimes years are allowed.
But, now my parents have given up on me and moved onto my 23-year-old sister.
How does that make me feel? A little neglected and a little angry. I’m not old, as they seem to think I am, but they sure make me feel like it since they’ve given up any hope of me continuing on with my life. I want the best for my sister and if she did happen to meet someone, I would be happy for her (although personally I think she’s definitely not ready for marriage). But, I want my parents to give us both a little breathing space. Let things happen naturally–a concept my mother can’t seem to grasp.