Well, I’m only going to give you my opinion because you asked for it.
Picture this, you fall in love and get married with a person who you plan to spend the rest of your life with. Everything is peachy keen, they are catch pajamas, you’re both successful, you both move far away from in laws to a nice city some where so its always just you two. Vacations, night outs, romance you name it. One morning your spouse leaves early to pick you up a coffee at your favorite coffee shop, gets into an accident. He/she have brain damage and a spinal injury. Not only is he/she unable to talk, but you’ll be hand feeding him/her, bathing him, caring for him the rest of his/her life.
What do you do? Do you quit your job and move in with in-laws back home taking care of your spouse around the clock, or do you drive him/her there, drop him/her off in the yard with a suit case because that’s “annoying and too much effort.”
If the idea of caring for another human being is disgusting to you, I would consider choosing another vocation besides marriage. Because let’s be honest here, making love makes babies. Nothing is a 100% effective, except abstinence. And even if you didn’t have children, you still have a spouse.
If the idea of caring for a tiny human being that you made yourself, is (from your perspective) absolutely perfect, flawless, wonderful and adorable, how do you plan to take care of a flawed, imperfect, adult who suddenly knows all of your pet peeves and does them on a daily basis.
What is love to you? Is it feelings? Emotions that are hormonal responses from various forms of stimulation? Because love can not be reduced to just emotions. It is the ultimate act of unselfishness, chosen freely as an act of will. Is this easy? No. It isn’t meant to be, by love we are refined and purified. But to love is what we were born to do, we were created to love and be loved. Fish swim, birds fly, we love.
Take a look at the young of other mammals. When they are born they can walk/crawl to their food source. Look at a human baby. We are the superior beings, yet our young just makes loud noises. Hungry? Loud noises. Wet diaper? Loud noises. Uncomfortable? Loud noises. Its completely dependent on the parents for care for years. Why? Because love. That’s why. It is what we do.
Love is messy, annoying, and yeah it is hard, but only in love will you have joy.
And for the record, who ever said you have to go to wiggles concerts? The good times don’t end with kids, in fact it gets better. You have any idea what it is like to be moving 200 mph through your day, then your 5 year old walk up to you and asks, “Mommy would you like to watch the clouds with me?” I stop and smell the roses, pick them, then look for bugs under rocks. I have even more of an excuse to attend theme parks, stay up late telling shadow puppet stories, eat endless supply of Halloween candy, travel and stop at every site along the way, because I’m not just doing it for my own experience, but because I’m depositing dreams and memories into tiny human beings. I’m someone’s whole world.
People are effort, people are worth it.
And you know, maybe your vocation isn’t marriage, and that’s okay :)