Just Sometimes...

Recently, I have found myself mesmerized by wedding rings. I really cannot explain it. When I see people on the street, on the bus, on the train, anywhere, I look directly at their ring fingers. What am I looking for? What does it mean if there is a ring or not? Am I sure it's even a wedding ring? Nah. I really have no clue where this came from and what its significance is. Do I get jealous when I see a big ass rock on someone's finger? No. Am I happy for them? Can't say that I am, because my thought goes no further than identification of marital status. This is all to say that sometimes, some teeny tiny part of me, is madly in love with the idea of a proposal, a wedding, a marriage, a family, a life with a partner and pickney. If you were to ask me on any ol' day, this is not the response you would get! Call it a chip on the shoulder, call it the Black Woman's Dilemma, whatev. But in this moment, I want it all!