Wedding Crashers

Just last month, I attended two weddings on the same day.

Yeah, you read it right. That’s two weddings in one day.

To make it even more unbelievable, both weddings were scheduled at 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

I was part of the wedding entourage on one wedding. So it was easy to decide which church ceremony I would be attending. 

The plan was to attend the church service for one wedding and go to the reception of the other.

In a few hours from now, I am attending another friend’s wedding. I feel like I'm the male version of Katherine Heigl’s character in 27 Dresses.

There’s something about weddings that rubs me the wrong way. 

In fact, weddings scare the hell out of me. It must be the idea of spending forever with just one person.

I mean I couldn’t even sustain a relationship for more than a year. How could I possibly survive an eternity with someone?

The phrase “until death do us part” entails serious commitment and a whole lot of comprises. I don’t think I am quite ready for that kind of shit.

I like the fact that I am not responsible for another human being.

I can come home late and have no one ask me where I’ve been. I can go wherever I want and need not ask the permission of another. I can buy all the gadgets in the world and not have anyone tell me not to.

I’m not bashing the whole concept of marriage. I still think it’s cool.

People fall in love and they, eventually, decide to get hitched. Plain and simple. But that doesn’t mean it works for all of us.