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Ramblings of a woman in love (sometimes
out of love) Part 1 What has wedding anything to do with love? What has getting married got to do with love? Can someone out there please tell me? I mean, we all know (or kindda know) what love is and how when you found your special someone, you've got the urge to tie the knot. So what are weddings? And what's really the meaning of getting married? It's a symbolic thing that two people do when they are certain that they want to commit the rest of their lives with each other, right? Wrong. It was a neat idea to begin with, I mean, Tarzan found Jane and Jane found Tarzan and they wanted to get married. So they happily exchanged vows (not sure if they did rings), and that's that. But somewhere along the line, we human beings went to confuse and complicate the issue. I mean, getting married today is not the same thing. It's evolved to be more of two people going through ritual after ritual. And hey, whoever said anything that getting married is a two-people decision obviously have very different parents, in-laws, and friends than the rest of us. These days, getting married involves everyone and anyone. Serious! Once you let known that you're getting married, everyone, absolutely everyone has something to say or advice or comment, or whatever. Things like what months are good to get married, which hotels have the nicest ballrooms, which restaurants serve the best Teochew dessert, down to which places are fab for your honeymoon. No, no, don't get me wrong, I do understand that most of these people mean well. And I do appreciate these comments, feedback and advice (well, most of them anyway), but sometimes, I get so weary listening to all these and trying to cope all at the same time. I mean, some of these people would tell me things that I didn't even dream of doing in the first place. One thing leads to another, and before you know it, you've got one long list of do's and don'ts. Been there, done that? Then you know exactly what I mean. I was happily planning for a simple dinner with my husband-to-be. And I naively thought that I only needed to figure out what dresses to wear and which restaurant to book. How wrong I was?! There are thousand and one things to take care of, like what time of the day is good for the groom to come get me, what dowry my parents should ask of my beloved. The list is scary, and it's getting scarier by the day. (How scary? Suffice to say that we contemplated eloping). And I don't know why people think it's more appropriate to be telling the bride-to-be these things, and not the groom-to-be. So my other half has managed to stay quite out of the picture. People somehow assume that it's the woman's job to get things organized. Now I beg to differ, getting married involves two people. So darling, sharing of our lives together begins now. From this day on, I shall repeat every single thing that every relative, friend, and kind-hearted soul tells or advises about our wedding. So brace yourself, love. |