God how I loathe weddings. Don’t get me wrong. I love weddings. But the act of marriage is twisted and so far removed from the underlying theme that I find the whole ceremony torturously ironic; and it rots me to the core. The wedding is an overdone, often boring, ceremonial display of outright foolishness commemorating the beginning of marriage. And the act of marriage is some religiously ordained and government issued contract that two people buy (yes, BUY) into and then are subsequently controlled by.
I mean, I am overjoyed by the idea of two people confessing their love and pledging their life together. Two people who are so overwhelmed by passion and deep intimate connection that they wish to bind themselves together for all eternity. But what I don’t care for are the institutions who claim to “officiate” such a ceremony of love. They recognize, record and sanction said marriage; then set guidelines and rules. They offer up some economical privileges and take away others. Then they redefine the relationship you treasured so very much.
I also feel that in most cases the wedding itself is just a lavish opportunity to show off. It’s all “here we are, look at us!” Sharing what should be the most intimate moment of the entire relationship with hordes of people. I feel such circumstances only prevent two people from really reaching the full potential of that truly intimate experience, thanks to the masses of tear-filled eyes and camera flashes onlooking (a.k.a. the audience.)
I mean really: it’s no wonder that people always claim that marriage changes everything. It literally does.
When my turn comes, I wanna run with you through a meadow on a cliffside. Feel the wind in my hair and promise myself to you: mind, body and soul. All the witnesses I need are the glowing yellow sun sitting low on the horizon and the moon waiting patiently near by for its turn to say congratulations.