This last weekend I attended the sixth wedding of may old, jaded life. It was the 3rd one I've been to held in Harbison Chapel (the heart of good old Grove City College). It was the second with an open bar, so it was cool in that respect. Additionally, two of the weddings I've been to have already ended in divorce, one because the groom decided he was gay and the other because the people were both nuts.
Marriage is an interesting institution. Just about every culture that comes to mind has some form of it, so it must be kinda important to be so ingrained in our species.I suppose it's a kind of mutual security thing. These days people look on it as finding a soul mate and a life full of unending joy. Hope springs eternal, I guess.
You don't have to look far to see that that level of idealism is about as well-founded as the Tower of Pisa. As I've noted before, it seems that people are all caught up in the idea of marriage rather than actually taking the time to figure out what exactly it means (specifically, being stuck the rest of your life with somebody who's just going to get old and die). Such silliness.
I suppose the only thing worse than going off half-cocked and getting married on a dime is to go and have a kid out of wedlock. Certainly a saving grace of marriage is that it more or less gives a kid a stable homelife and sufficient rolemodels for each gender, more so than being dropped in a dumpster, anyway.
Still thoough, this is just more proof of how chronicly stupid most people are, following their hormones instead of their brains. Every relationship must navigate the narrow straight between the Scylla of jealousy and overdependence and the Charybdis of indifference (bonus points for you if you get that obscure mythological reference).
That's a little too narrow a path for me. Unfortunately, though, I am still a hopeless plaything to my sadistic hormones. Example, there was a chick at the wedding that I wanted to "get to know", even though I knew better. At least I TRY, dammit!