a tale of survival
here i am on the other side.
but i have to admit ... i feel much, much better today in a long corduroy skirt (that i made from a pair of a&f pants) and a sleeveless white slip-over shirt from good 'ole gap. well, and i am drinking coffee and that always helps too.
i discovered why i might truly stop attending weddings last night -- the onslaught of good-intending (maybe) people who onslaught me with waves and shoves and entire contortions of their bodies boding me, begging me to go join the crowd of screaming girls to fight for the bouquet.
no thank you.
been there. done that. what is it with married people that think it is cute or funny to make a big scene about whether or not i go wave my arms in front of a crowd of people to proclaim "i am single, i am single. pick me! pick me!"
again, no offense, but no thank you.
sometimes i think people should gently be reminded that being single isn't an ailment. it isn't a sickly, pale person who is waiting last to be chosen for kickball. and 25 and single isn't a condition with a poor prognosis.
it is what it is. and that is all. it shouldn't require explanations to perfect strangers.
i am not saying that i don't want to get married one day. because i do. but with confidence i can say that i will wait... and wait ... and wait some more if that is what i need to do. i am just as sure that there is someone out there who isn't afraid of everyone's whispers and concerns and the hushes about "he's not married..." and if you live in the south, add this to the end...
"bless his heart."
but i have to admit ... i feel much, much better today in a long corduroy skirt (that i made from a pair of a&f pants) and a sleeveless white slip-over shirt from good 'ole gap. well, and i am drinking coffee and that always helps too.
i discovered why i might truly stop attending weddings last night -- the onslaught of good-intending (maybe) people who onslaught me with waves and shoves and entire contortions of their bodies boding me, begging me to go join the crowd of screaming girls to fight for the bouquet.
no thank you.
been there. done that. what is it with married people that think it is cute or funny to make a big scene about whether or not i go wave my arms in front of a crowd of people to proclaim "i am single, i am single. pick me! pick me!"
again, no offense, but no thank you.
sometimes i think people should gently be reminded that being single isn't an ailment. it isn't a sickly, pale person who is waiting last to be chosen for kickball. and 25 and single isn't a condition with a poor prognosis.
it is what it is. and that is all. it shouldn't require explanations to perfect strangers.
i am not saying that i don't want to get married one day. because i do. but with confidence i can say that i will wait... and wait ... and wait some more if that is what i need to do. i am just as sure that there is someone out there who isn't afraid of everyone's whispers and concerns and the hushes about "he's not married..." and if you live in the south, add this to the end...
"bless his heart."
posted by rebekah at Sunday, October 01, 2006
2 Comments:
I have heard of people doing more original things instead of the traditional bouquet toss: one bride presented the bouquet to a grandmother whose marriage she admired; another gave the bouquet to the woman in the room whose marriage she admired. these seem like much better ideas--wish I'd thought it through and done this instead of the bouquet toss at my own wedding.
amy, by no means did i mean to critize the bouquet toss as a whole, i just get annoyed at the people who really get in to it and want to "strongly encourage" everyone else to be just as passionate about it. you know?
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