not required reading: on weddings and family
here’s the thing: i love weddings.
god, i love them, i love what they mean; what they symbolize. hell, i love the vain musings behind the huge dress and the prettiest cake. you want to make it a competition with your six sisters? go the fuck ahead. i give no shits dude,
tired of your bull, actually, but weddings are still cool.
yes, this family is screwed up to hell and back but that’s not my issue. i’m gonna worry about my relations with people that actually care about me, related by blood or not.
it would help if you stopped bringing up a cloud of dust with you every time we have to see family. i agree they have issues but i think we all need to take a good long ass look i the mirror because we are no better.
on that note:
i want a wedding. i will have a wedding.
big or small, i don’t know.
hell, i don’t even know if i’m gonna get married but on the off chance that i get lucky enough to find someone who wants to spend the rest of their life with me, hell yeah, i’m gonna party.
i’m gonna do the big white dress, the (but i’m not getting married by that pastor—he may have watched me grow up and he might be a neighbor, but he knows nothing about me). i’m gonna do the over abundance of flowers and too-sweet wedding cake, bouquet toss, first dance, the whole big white poofy deal.
yeah, i’m gonna have a wedding. but it’s not gonna be like yours and i’m gonna do it differently.