Why I Hate Weddings
I’m at the age where it seems every other summer weekend is another wedding. And everyone seems to try and make their wedding a bit different.
Whether it’s fireworks displays, bouncy castles or rodeo sheep, there’s only so much you can cram in before I’m just plain bored.
And they go on so long. Yes, I think it’s wonderful they’re making this commitment, but do I really have to give up my whole day? I’m longing for the invitation where I can tip up to the service, grab a slice of pizza afterwards and be on my way within an hour of it finishing. That would be memorable.
It would be easy to dismiss wedding fever as a ‘chick thing’, but I honestly don’t know how many more ‘stag weekends’ I can refuse to go on without getting a reputation as a misery guts. Since when did a night out, a curry and a few drinks become a weekend in a forest slogging through mud or getting paint-balled?
What bugs me most about weddings is they become the be all and end all. I know several singles (mostly women) that go on at length about how they want to get married. Nobody ever says ‘I want to be married’.
Wedding vs. marriage
And there’s a huge difference between getting married and being married. When you get married you’re the centre of attention and the world’s eyes are on you. But actually being married isn’t about you; it’s more than that. It’s about giving yourself up for another person. It’s about putting someone else’s happiness first. (Or so my wife tells me.)
One of the smartest women I’ve ever worked with dismissed the whole happiest day of your life phrase as ‘utter nonsense’. Her reasoning was that if your wedding day is the happiest day of your life then you have nothing else to look forward to. “You might as well kill yourself on honeymoon,” she said.
We all laughed. But I think she was right. The wedding isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning.
Written by Kev Kennedy. Posted on 26th October.
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