The problem with engagements is that it puts your relationship in a sort of limbo – you’re more than a boyfriend/girlfriend but less than a spouse. While cramming for my Anthropology final on Monday, I learned that stage is called “liminality.” You’re not quite “married” but you’re not quite “single” either. Teenage years are other form of liminality, you not quite an adult yet, but you are no longer a child, either. A couple months ago, I was at Friday dinner with a group of friends (acquaintances). Since a group of them were going clubbing downtown after dinner, they were asking around to see if anyone wanted to join. When she asked me, before I could worm out with an excuse (I have work tomorrow morning, my head hurts, I’m not dressed slutty enough, I illegally parked my bike, etc), another friend interjected “Oh Grace isn’t interested. She’s engaged.” Wait… what? Yes, I was engaged, but that has nothing to do with my social life. Clubbing isn’t my thing anymore. I wouldn’t have wanted to go, regardless of my relationship status… right? The more I thought about it, the more I wondered: is my relationship killing my social life? Short answer: [...]
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