who the hell gets married, anyway?
I just got back from a wedding.
My Cousin Adrian Got married to some girl who I don't know and don't care much about.
He's a great guy, but we hardly ever see each other, or anyone from that side of the family, so, in all honesty, it meant pretty much nothing to me.
My older brother ended up not going, which meant I had no ride home (I rode with my parents) so I had to stay the night in the hotel, which really, really pissed me off. I did not plan on that.
The dinner and junk all ended around 9 ish, and after that I just went up to my room and watched crappy TV all night while other people remained downstairs getting drunk and such.
While sitting, I also came upon a few conclusions:
1. I'm not down with the whole party atmosphere, and every day I start to think of myself as a real, legitimate anti-social. This means I'll probably die alone....
2. But dying alone does not bother me... Because...
3. Weddings are retarded and I never want to get married. Ever.
I took some pictures but I'm too lazy to upload and sort through them at the moment, so I'll just leave you with this one of myself in deep thought wondering to myself "what the fuck am I doing here?"
My Cousin Adrian Got married to some girl who I don't know and don't care much about.
He's a great guy, but we hardly ever see each other, or anyone from that side of the family, so, in all honesty, it meant pretty much nothing to me.
My older brother ended up not going, which meant I had no ride home (I rode with my parents) so I had to stay the night in the hotel, which really, really pissed me off. I did not plan on that.
The dinner and junk all ended around 9 ish, and after that I just went up to my room and watched crappy TV all night while other people remained downstairs getting drunk and such.
While sitting, I also came upon a few conclusions:
1. I'm not down with the whole party atmosphere, and every day I start to think of myself as a real, legitimate anti-social. This means I'll probably die alone....
2. But dying alone does not bother me... Because...
3. Weddings are retarded and I never want to get married. Ever.
I took some pictures but I'm too lazy to upload and sort through them at the moment, so I'll just leave you with this one of myself in deep thought wondering to myself "what the fuck am I doing here?"
posted by D. at 12:06 p.m.
12 Comments:
That blue is stunning.
Hehe, et vous vous cassais mon coeur.
You think weddings are a party.
You should see divorces, they're just a racket and a hand-ball compared to weddings.
No, in all fairness, I had to go to one last September. On the 11th to be exact. How's that for a conflicting mood? I agree that weddings suck, but dying alone sucks even more. Find a nice lady, and elope. Mission accomplished.
Hahaha, funny he should suggest such a thing.
At least I know now that I'm not the only lunatic in this world.
What’s with all the weddings?
I totally agree with you, and the anti social thing. I’ve sat here many of nights at times wondering what the hell is wrong with me? That really hit home. I am not into parties, getting drunk, clubs and what have you either. Everyone else seems to like them. It actually feels good not to be the only one.
I as well have a wedding to go to pretty soon, I am pretty much in the same boat as you except for me, I haven’t talked to this guy since I was like 5 or 6. Needless to say, I can’t get out of it either. It’s weird I am just going to sit there, make small talk (which I hate) with a bunch people ill probably never see again in my life. They will ask me “so what are you doing now?” ill be like “Graduating from Nait with my diploma in Programming” then I get the mandatory blank stare (everyone I’ve told does it) and then they say “that’s nice” and that’s it…... Sigh weddings.
Some of us just aren't meant for mainstream partying. If people are getting drunk, I'm out.
Worst display I've ever seen is my second cousin getting shitfaced and then promptly vomiting during my grandfather's funeral.
O Society, thou are more pious and retarded than thy knowest thou to be.
And when thou dost come to judge thy children for their actions, remember to leave thy snifter at the port.
"O Society, thou are more pious and retarded than thy knowest thou to be."
Haha!
This isn't to evoke pity, but at least you guys have extended family that cares enough to send an invitation.
"Worst display I've ever seen is my second cousin getting shitfaced and then promptly vomiting during my grandfather's funeral."
Exactly. It's those things that just make me ask "why?" when people don't know when enough is enough.
I've seen what alcohol can do to people.. and I realized long ago I never want to be like that, not once, not ever.
I like to be in control of myself, thanks.
Booze does not = good times.. or at least not the ONLY way to have a good time.
Of course, that is not my only problem with partying and such, it's just that people view it as such a social thing, so you know...
I think D's on to something here. A social gathering doesn't necessarily have to mean party, and a party doesn't always have to mean drinking.
I agree with him, a lot of people think that the only way to be social, is to reduce themselves to the basitude of being drunk. I've seen proof otherwise. LAN parties, backyard BBQ's, etc. They're all fun, but for some reason, they're always viewed as lesser by people, simply because there's less chance of getting drunk/laid.
Lia and I sighed over how old we feel since a night in with a friend or two, some movies, some pizza, some Coke and a pair of schlubby pajamas is our idea of a rip roarin' good time.
Granted, I like to party now and again, but unless I'm hosting, I tire of the scene in less than an hour and my feet can only handle heels for about as long at a bar or club.
When you're the host, you're at your place and can escape to the intimate group of people conversing in your bedroom.
Conversation > Boozing up and acting like an idiot. (Which is really only fun when you're doing it with your two roommates and you're all acting so goddamn retarded that you've succeeded in creating the kind of memories that will last for always and never cease to make you smile.)
“From my experience, most relatives are just strangers with the same last name.”
Exactly man exactly.
Its weird, why does getting right plastered define someone as being hip/cool in society. Personally I think its stupid, I mean is it fun waking up with a splitting headache, and lying in a puddle of vomit. Yet people do this same thing over and over again. I did it once and learned my lesson. I am not knocking alcohol it can definitely add to the flavour of a gathering, but still is plain stupid to get right wasted.
My idea of a fun time, kicking back with the buds, video games, fishing, camping, that kind of stuff. In essence just staying as far away from the aids infected drunks that define society.
"the aids infected drunks that define society."
Did you really just say that?
Weddings, weddings, weddings... I don't think any of my cousins have gotten married yet... I have about 20 and at least two of them has kids but no weddings yet.
The thing with my relatives is that my mum has a large family, 10 kids altogether, and they're a blast. I love my uncles and aunts and cousins on that side of the family. Unfortunately, my mum grew up way up north and we don't get to see them much. If there was a wedding we most likely wouldn't go.
My dad only has one sister and the cousins on that side are a boring bunch ever. They live close though so if there was a wedding, we would definitely go. My chances of experiencing a fun 'cousin wedding' are, simply because of geography, tiny.
But sweetie, what's up with "Weddings are retarded and I never want to get married. Ever."? You don't like the wedding so you don't want to get married? Girls are supposed to dream about their wedding day all their lives. I'm not like most girls. If I'm gonna have kids (yikes!), I'll want to get married first. False sense of security, call it what you want. No marriage, no kids. But don't discard marriage because you wouldn't like the wedding.
But, in all honesty, I do have to say you're whining quite a bit more than necessary. It's one day, maybe two, out of your life. Sure, it might be physically painful the hours you're there, but come on, deal with it. Be a big boy!
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