It’s too early to worry about becoming the neighborhood’s semi-official Crazy Cat Lady.
The rational part of my brain reminds me of this, and the fact that I’m only 28, at every opportunity. Unfortunately, the irrational part, the one that’s seeing my brother — and my cousin, and apparently every other person I’ve known ever — get married, is still shrieking "OMG you’re gonna die alone! ALONE! And then YOUR CATS WILL EAT YOU!!!!!"
I think I watch too much TV.
It reminds me of another quote from High Fidelity (the movie is highly quotable):
We were frightened of being left alone for the rest of our lives. Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at the age of 26, and we were of that disposition.
I’m not the only one. Some others in the increasingly small pool of friends who aren’t already married are worried.
So let me play the rational side of my brain out today and say: don’t worry so much. Senior citizens get married. You’ve got time. Just take it easy.
Also: Do not buy any cats.