Hello, what do you think of commitment?

Hi there.


I'm feeling a bit sheepish.  


I feel like I just walked out on a giant stage in front of 6 million people--6,840,507,003 people, to be exact--with nothing to say.  Which, in fact, I did.  Sort of.


I wonder: do I have anything to say?  I guess we'll find out together.  Knowing me, this could be my first and last blog post ever.  I'm excellent at starting adventurous projects and never finishing them.  Just ask my cross-stitch, garden, half-alphabetized spice rack and Jane Austen anthology.


But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let me introduce myself: I'm a college student studying theology and pre-nursing, an unashamed foodie, a reader of books I don't have time to finish, a regretful coffee drinker, a bashful musician, and a garage sale addict.  Anything else you wish to know?  Well, I suppose that's what the comment section is for.  Ask away!


What will I be posting on this blog, you may ask?  Excellent question.  When I envision my blog, I picture stimulating philosophical debates and delicious, Pinterest-worthy food tutorials, and hopefully having at least three non-related followers.


But let's be real here.  As a (broke) college student, this could just turn into a place where I vent my latest diatribe against the education system, tuition fees, the seeming inability of guys to ask girls on dates, my historical theology class, and how cold Illinois winters are.


If the latter is the case, I give you full permission to roll your eyes at my impudence and cyber-stalk someone else, even if you are related to me.


Enough fluff.  I have a question for you all:

What makes men afraid of commitment and women so anxious for it?  Is this distinction unique to the United States?  Do culture, religion, political leanings, etc. have any bearing on this issue?  And what other implications can commitment have besides marriage?

This is not a rhetorical question; leave behind your thoughts/input/passionate rants. Let's make this blog interactive.


Wish me luck!  And stick around, okay?  There are few things more depressing in life than writing an unread blog.


Good night, Guten Morgen, konichiwa,  bonjour, and bienvenidos.


Amy