Bliss

I have the task of attending a wedding in 2 weeks time. I have been trying to mentally prepare myself for this for almost a year. Everyone treats the occasion as that wonderful happy brilliant day that we all stand round glowing and ushering praise and adoration for the lucky couple…

I am more Ebenezer Scrooge than Martha Stewart at these occasions. This usually finds me running around pretending to be busy, avoiding eye contact with anyone and watching time tick by at the usual pace when watching a pot come to the to boil.

The last one saw me toss the bouquet, which had so obviously been flung in my direction, as if it was the first evil incarnate. This was topped by my partner uneasily capturing the garter that had spent the duration of the occasion around another woman’s leg…

Why must we be lined up as if we are missing out on the bigger picture? Singles this way please, oh those who haven’t managed to tie the knot, over here please. Ok, if u are really lucky you get to catch our joy and presto rush off into marital bliss.

Haven’t we emancipated ourselves from this societal spell? Why do you get made to feel like a crusty kill joy if you don’t think that lambasting ones feelings in public is the ideal slice of fun? Endurance of another of these events leaves me needing a spa treatment. My jaw is left in the uncomfortable tension that only pageant queens should have to endure, as you are constantly made to validate your life choices on receipt of ‘that look’.

Honestly I think the whole thing is quite selfish.