I have a confession to make. It's a free confession. You can't judge me for it. I swear, it's in the rules somewhere. No, I haven't murdered anybody or cheated with somebody's husband. It's not that kind of a confession. It's more just a confession about my quirks. Probably things you already know anyway, if you know me. If you don't, then I'm just filling you in. I'll paint you a picture... of me!
So here it is... drumroll please! I hate weddings. That's right. I hate weddings!!!
There, I said it.
And now comes the inevitable question: "Why?"
And the inevitable answer: "Do you want a list?."
Ok, so that's not really an answer. It's really another question. Actually, it has a lot to do with making a huge (very, very expensive) fuss over one stinkin' day of a couples' life and not focusing on the whole committment. Granted, some weddings are good for that, but mostly they are a girl living her fairy tale. I don't have a fairy tale. Well, not regarding the wedding, at least.
My fairy tale has more to do with being loved and having children. And honestly, I'm barely holding on to that dream anymore either. It seems like all my dreams are just that: dreams. I mean, every plan that I envisioned for my life has pretty much not turned out to be true. I know, God's timing, not your's etc. but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't at least slightly disappointed.
Oh well. I'm getting used to being alone. I hope I don't have to make a life out of it, but if I do, then I guess, so be it!
I'll be happy as long as I can always find a family somwhere who will let me watch movies with them and occasionaly invite me over for food. Oh, it helps if they have kids I can kiss, too. I just love those fat cachetes!
Anyway, back to the wedding thing. I think another reason that I hate them is my huge aversion to spending large sums of money on something that doesn't last. I would much rather spend money on an amazing honeymoon (I know, not lasting, but much more fun that ceremonially putting men--and the occasional woman like me--through an agonizing hour of blissfully wedded torture.) than a day-long ceremony. I do, however, want to have a big party (preferably a cook-out. I LOVE grilled meat!) and I'll invite everybody.
Also, weddings are boring. Especially if they include a Baptist pastor or a full mass. (Sorry Baptists and Catholics. I am even Baptist, and I know how you like to get preachin' at any and every event possible. Mostly it's ok--weddings and graduations are the exception.)
Oh, and btw I'd like a destination wedding on some beach in Mexico, so start saving your pennies now if you want to come! You're totally invited. And since I'm not really headed toward the altar, let's just set a date for a cruise. How about January of 2012? Sounds good to me!
So yeah, there's my confession. I'm not your average girl. Again, if you know me personally, you already know that. If you're just tuning in to my blog, then feel free to scratch your head in bewilderment. That is, as long as you're willing to return for more!