i cannot for the life of me imagine myself in one of these extravagant and extremely exorbitant weddings i have been to this weekend. Such weddings are always in excess, and judging by the guest list, about 75% of the people who are invited rarely get a chance to meet and greet the bride and groom, and the wedding couple has about the same amount of chance questioning who the hell these people are.
Seriously, weddings are just an enormous waste of money for parents and long lost cousins/uncles/aunties/grandmas to gather and create small talk, or for lack of a better word, gossip shit behind one another’s backs. You could spend so much less if everyone else was tech savvy and stalked everyone via facebook.
Time is moving at a rate slower than a tortoise can crawl. And i have no intention of settling down anytime soon. So back off you fools for thinking that the time bomb starts at 25.
I may just be the black sheep of the family, and I won’t hear the end of it, at least not while you’re still around.
