I wasted so,
so much of my life by not marrying much sooner.
[Edit: Okay, maybe that's just whining. I tend to be very slow to act and I made my choices. But the rest of the post still stands.]
Around age 19 I got religious and at age 30 found myself at a small gathering of singles — including some older than I was — for which the activity they chose was
spin-the-bottle. It's an activity to provide awkward
children an opening to overcome their awkwardness. That's when I realized I had to get away from that whole scene.
Watching the video, it's so cool to hear someone else speaking with the passion that I feel about this.
The scene I was in is Mormon but the same crap applies there, maybe even worse. My step-brother, who likewise was part of the
Morg, told me stories, similar to those in the video, of people who were terrified of sex, utterly messed up and unable to function in marriage.
Okay, I try to avoid posting me-too messages, especially emotional ones, but I do have one additional remark to add which I hope is constructive:
The popular emphasis on the idea that people should not marry
until their brains cease to show signs of continuing maturation is abso-f***ing-lutely
evil. I've heard occasional reports on this topic and they sounded so reasonable that only recently did I see through the rationalism-idolizing BS smeared three f***ing inches deep on the windshield: Your brain matures
differently depending on whether you have serious responsibilities or not —
so, for heaven's sake, mature while you have a spouse and children around!