I try to avoid weddings. Actually, I try to avoid anything with a lot of people. But sometimes, very rarely, I attend one, always secretly pitying the groom and thinking of the wedding as a funeral, a funeral of freedom.
Time and time again I come across the same concept uttered by bride, bridesmaids and the other typical girlish characters that seem to be attracted by weddings: “A wedding is the most beautiful day of your life!”
I am shocked by this idea.
Not so much shocked because I fail to see what is beautiful in an event that consists of a room full of people, two families that secretly hate each other, half of the guests just attending because of the food or to pick up a girl or a guy, and that costs you or your parents more than you would need to live for a year in other parts of the world.
No, I am shocked at the negative, pessimistic and sad outlook about life that this sentence contains: If this day is “the happiest day of your life”, this implies that from now on it will go downhill. If you have already achieved something in your life, it means that you attribute greater value to convincing your boyfriend to sign a piece of paper than to your own graduation from university or to the business that you started. If you haven’t done anything with your life yet, you are signalling that there is nothing more to be expected from it.
If there is really nothing better, no more beautiful day, no more excitement to be expected from your future life, you might as well kill yourself.
Myself, if I want to experience one of the most beautiful days (of which I hope there will be many) in my life, I shoulder my backpack, set out for an adventure and discover paradise.
I wonder if this post will reduce the number of wedding invitations that I receive.