As I come home from work, around eleven at night, I find my mom, still sitting up trying to find things for the wedding in less than two weeks. I sit up with her until midnight trying to offer advice, (what little I have) to help ease the situation. I give her a couple of sites online to look at in hopes that maybe, one of them will find something cheap that won't add more stress to my poor mom.
At one point, while looking at her, tired and worn out from the entire situation, I asked "What's the point of this anyway?"
She asked what I meant, and I said, "Well, isn't the whole point of this day we're gonna celebrate be all about Jon and Mallory wanting to spend the rest of their lives together? If that's the case, then why the heck does it matter that we've gotta have fifty dollar tablecloths?" She responded that with something like this, which I finished, "Yeah, appearance is everything."
This, among many other things I can point out, is what makes us as human beings, and Americans, stupid.
Why you ask? Because the whole day is gonna be about my brother finding someone he wants to grow old with - and her wanting to grow old with him! So why in God's name do we have to worry about making sure that we all look nice and that the tables look nice and that the flowers look nice and that the cake looks nice and that we look nice?? Why can't I just show up in blue jeans and a semi-dressy t-shirt? Why is it that if I did show up like that I would be shunned and looked down upon?? Because at a wedding a girl is supposed to be all pretty and have her hair made up and walk around in really uncomfortable high heeled shoes and wear a dress that is obscenely annoying to walk around in and look happy at all moments because at a wedding, girls don't have many options on behavior. You're either smiling because you're just "so happy for everyone", or you're crying because, "everyone cries at a wedding".
Psha. America is stupid. My brother and his lovely and wonderful fiancee should have just eloped. It would have saved a boatload of stress on everyone involved.
Me? If I ever get married, plan on having it on a mountain or in the middle of nowhere with my close friends and family and wearing either blue jeans and a t-shirt or a really freakin' simple dress. Nothing fancy - heck, it may even be something I've worn eight hundred times! But nothing big or crazy. So what if I get angry letters asking why so-and-so and what's-his-face didn't get invited? SUCK IT UP! Weddings are expensive! Not everyone has an endless wallet that only grows and never shrinks. And not everyone can pull one off with their sanity in tact.
My poor mom stays up all night and then gets up early for work and then comes home and worries and works more on this wedding. I feel helpless - which I am - and want nothing more but to smack everyone that says "appearance matters". It does, yes, but it shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. This day, this coming April 4th is going to be a day my brother and his wife remember for the rest of their lives. So why should it matter what the table looked like or whether the flowers were real? Who cares?? They're happy!
Okay, my fingers hurt from typing so fast. I'm gonna end this rant here. Tune in tomorrow for a rant on Harry Potter and Twilight. That's right fans, I'm gonna obliterate those stories like nobodies business. Why? 'Cause I, like you, am entitled to an opinion.
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