That thing called Marriage
I have this very very deep desire to amputate my ring fingers. It’s not some sort of body dysmorphic disorder, but rather the thought of marriage terrifies me. I seem to be dead set against doing it. Nothing against those that do, just I don’t understand it. Why do I need a piece of paper that says and confirms to the government that I love someone and and binding myself with them? Well ok there is the slight religious aspect of it, but remember who is typing this… it don’t make sense to me either.
Whats odd though, is earlier this month I watched my Mom get married for the third time. She did the justice of the piece thing, I was my typical smartass self. Later this month I’ll see my Dad get married… while in a monkey suit tux. Then next month one of my good friends is getting married and I will be in a tux once more. Then there’s another wedding I’ll be going to later in the year to see an other buddy get married.
Maybe at some point I’ll understand why people make a big fuss over a business contract that just happens to be formed in a church. Until then, it’s just a big mystery to me.