Weddings. The ultimate celebration of commitment and love… You know, all the scary stuff. Ugh! You know, though, I do love me a good wedding. A good wedding is one where I don’t have to rise and sit repeatedly. To me a good wedding lasts longer than the average drunken romp, which, according to a drunken Cornell Researcher, is about three minutes. Yep, I like weddings to be short, sweet and to the point.
There’s much made about weddings; so much go into them: the suits, suites, food, brides maids, the bride and her dress. It’s enough to make Admiral Adama say “Frak” and punch a Cylon in the face (who has two thumbs and is a total dork? This guy!) . I’ve never been a part of a wedding, not even in a wedding party, though, I was asked once. Oh! Then there were the three or so times last year that I presided over a wedding, that was special.
I’ve got my date, my gal, (she’d be pissed if I brought anyone else) offering herself up as my “arm-candy.” She does a nice job of it, too! Though, I’m a bit… worried?? Yes! Worried; worried that my gal is going to demand that I sweep her off her feet and throw the wedding veil atop her head and demand my ring finger in holy matrimony!!! Gyaaargh! The nerve! What a complete ‘tosser,’ I tell you!
We have seen it time and time again, people get anxiety about weddings. Feelings of inadequacy always rears its ugly head. Even I have felt that, especially when family asks: “Dude, when are you gonna get married already?” “Shut your pie hole, Uncle Poo Poo Face!” is how I’d reply to such questions. I suppose my realization is that many people, even us guys, get anxious about weddings sometimes.
These feelings don’t crop up simply because there’s a wedding; these feelings are always there, pushed down and kept dormant. I sometimes question the direction I’m headed, is it the right one for a wife and family? Sure, of course it is! My gal recently asked me how I felt about marriage; if I wanted to get hitched some day. I replied flatly, “To you? Gross!” She didn’t like that so much. I wasn’t ready to answer that question, apparently.
As my fingers tap away on this keyboard I’m reminded of something I heard, it’s a quote but I just don’t know where it’s from. So it goes: “When I became a man, I put away childish things.” I think there is something beautiful in that line.
Stuff to ponder, kids.