'Are you married?'

It was a nice chirpy day. I was going lalaalaaa...ing through it as usual. Decided on skip the morning movie... and go to the belly dancing class directly. In case you still didn't know, this is one of the bizarre things, i am doing with myself. :) I found interesting people at the class including the teacher who is a Mongolian!
So, after the class I busy chatting away with Ms planner. It was the normal hi, wat u do and wat i do kind conversation. And then, it came from nowhere the most dreadful question ever being asked in life... "ARE YOU MARRIED?"
What... I wanted to scream, beat her up to death... married what do you mean? Do i look like one? i don't even have a boyfriend for Christ sake. Jerk just does not know how to talk strangers.
I managed to smile and say no. The feeling began to sink in.... maybe i look like one... fat, impregnated aunty-like.
Then, Ms planner went on with her grand plans for her life. "I am 25 now. My parents are looking for a suitable boy for me. So, lets see.. Now-a-days... Its so difficult to find a nice boy, u know. (u bet, bitchas) then, i shall quit my job and settle down." I smiled and was just about to say nice plan, man.... forget ... she withered away in a while...
But she got me thinking... i guess, there are two kinds of people - the planners and the drifters. where did i fit in here? Nowhere. I decided to make a third category... the drifty planners and not planned drifters and i shall fall into that.
I mean... confession: I can't plan certainly not my life. i like to flow along and find my way somewhere... I can never do this now and then that later And then 15 years from now... SHALL be ..... (watever). Aaaaaaarrgghhhh. So boring when you know everything. I like to know a few things and find my road.
Ain't that bad, eh? And, No I am not married and don't look like one either..