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Monday, July 18, 2005

People,

This week is going to be dedicated to all things wedding and honeymoon-related. Starting tomorrow, I will give a fully detailed rundown of all the fun had and food eaten. Today, however, I want to start with some....

Wedding Thoughts

Getting married is a weird thing. By that I mean that by getting married you basically agree to change the way you live your life. For me, the decision to get married was really the first choice I've ever made in my life that has ramifications for the REST of my life. Before this, the longest chunk of time I've promised to someone was the 10 years I'm wed to my student loans. But, in getting married, I promised Ladywife Sarah that I will be her companion and support until I die (well, technically until either one of us dies, but who are we kidding here?). Making that kind of pledge forced me to actually think about the rest of my life in concrete terms, not just as some abstract concept of fifty years.

This kind of thinking is generally not good, especially if you're someone like me who thinks that he's a miserable failure at everything he does and will be at anything else he tries. That non-abstract fifty years starts to look like a loooooooooooooong time for these insecurities to fester. And so I worried about this.

It turned out I really didn't have to anxious. It turns out that once I confronted my mortality I realized that as long as LWS is with me it'll be okay. I know that sounds horribly trite and cliche, but it's true. I realized I made the right choice and now am much less daunted by the future.

I think Sarah and I did it right. We really thought about and worked on our relationship - bent it, broke it, cheated it, drove it into the ground and eventually put it back together better than before - and so everything about getting married felt right. This relationship has been built for the long haul, folks.

People have made some comments that getting married isn't very rock and roll and, honestly, there was a time when I agreed. But that concept is, of course, fucking ridiculous. To me, image is the stupidest thing about rock and roll. I am so far past irony that to me getting married (as well as quitting drinking and drugs) is the MOST rock and roll thing you can do. In the words of Cartman "I do what I want!" and if that isn't rock, I don't know what is.

So here's to marriage!

joe welsh  @  8:05 AM  |  link  |   4 comments

4 Comments:

huzzah marriage!

By Blogger spencer, at 11:04 AM  

You two are a couple of gay fags. Two gay fags in love with each other. That's what you are.

By Blogger Brendan, at 2:09 PM  

Don't cut your hair.
I got married and cut my hair.
I am a sucker.
And I hate Eric Franklin.

By Anonymous gustat, at 3:42 PM  

Marriage rocks! I want pictures.

By Blogger Alena, at 8:03 AM  

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