Of Tying Knots And Leaking Pipes

G is settling down. Gee, I did not see that coming.

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I was surprised because I have always seen G as a dude, not a man. No disrespect here; a dude is someone you hang out with, have beers with, someone you get all angsty with.

A man is someone who strategizes over which kindergarten to send his kids to, who listens to National Day Rally speeches as a concerned citizen (and not merely to mock any potential cock-ups like The Cockle Incident. A man attends to manly, practical matters like fixing leaking pipes.
Gosh, I have no idea how to fix one! So I guess its clear which camp I belong to!

Also, a man has neither inclination nor time for the concerns of wimps, like how to fix leaking pipes. And, a man marries.

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Marriage is one scary proposition. In marrying someone, one promises to love and take care of the other yada yada. For life.

How does one make this promise seriously if one is not sure of how to take care of even oneself?

And if one screws up one's life... well its your own fault, so that's fine. What if you screw up some poor kid's life, an innocent soul who happened to pick the short end of the stick in the big-draw-up-there and became destined to be... yours?

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But G is taking the plunge anyway. Despite all these worries that plague dudes. So now I will have to stop thinking of him as a dude- he is morphing into a man.

G, I wish you all the best. Go on, be as sincere a husband, and in future, father, that you have been as a friend.

And... tell me I can count on you when I have a leaking pipe!