Weddings

It wasn't until around this age that I realized how much I love weddings. They are, in my opinion, truly one of life's most enjoyable celebrations. I mean- you get to attend this beautiful ceremony and reception that someone has planned with an unusual amount of care, wear a pretty dress, be served food and champagne, hear heartfelt speeches and toasts, get down on the dance floor and overall, just take time to celebrate... love.

This is not to say that I'm dying to get married anytime soon, or at all for that matter... In fact, when it came time for all the single girls to try and catch the bouquet, I literally tried to avoid it. Some of my other relatives, on the other hand, shoved me out of the way to try and catch it.

I guess I have seen and heard so much about marriage that,

on one hand, I'm like

but mostly, I'm like

Yes, I'm entranced at the idea of a never-fading, all-encompassing love with someone.

At the same time, I know that this love is rarely ever found. I watch most couples lose that love early on and either get a divorce, or spend the rest of their days together quietly despising one another.

But despite this serious skepticism of mine, I still somehow have hope. I'm both a believer and an atheist and it's all very confusing. 

But, I'm also eighteen. I don't have to have everything figured out just yet.

For now, I'm simply going to let myself enjoy weddings and all the pretty sights and people and tastes they entail, and try not to focus on the impending doom the lovers might me facing... instead, I'll admire the plunge they are taking.