30 And Single: Survival Kit

Recently I had a psychological trauma. I had to attend my cousin's wedding and spend two days surrounded by a crowd of my relatives. Though I'm a serious girl who has several scholar degrees and pays bills on her own, many believe that I'm just a happy-go-lucky, put in other words, careless and frivolous. Just because I don't fit into the “norm”. I'm a freelance writer. I don't work fixed hours. I usually travel solo. I don't have a husband and kids. I don't meet social expectations, what a pity!
My relatives keep asking me over and over, “When will you ma-a-a-a-a-ry, darling? What about children? You're already in your thirties…” And later I can't sleep hearing their annoying voices in my head. We're in 2017 but nothing has changed for our conservative families. I'm young, independent, and quite happy with my lifestyle. I'm okay with both staying alone and having relationships. I'm okay with both having several children and living childfree. I'm not okay with reporting on my private life to people who don't even care, to be honest. When it goes about my non-polite relatives, I usually start lecturing them on feminism and women's choices. But last time I just asked, “Why the fuck are you asking?” I feel like they'll keep their mouths shut from now on.