Getting Married vs. Being Married: The Royal Wedding Epiphany

Despite everything I said, I ended up with my backside planted firmly on the couch, watching the royal wedding last night. You know, up until last night, I thought that I really liked weddings, and had been prone to dreaming about the detail of mine in a "I haz pweety dress, yeh? I haz pweety cake, yeh? I haz hawt slow dance, yeh?" sort of way. Somehow, watching what is probably the most elaborately detailed and well-planned wedding of the decade made me throw all those ideas out the window.
Firstly, I hated how many people were watching the royal wedding, either at Westminster, or on TV. Like, why on earth was Juila Gillard there? I know that they're the royals, therefore meaning that they had an obligation to invite certain people, and allow the general public to see the wedding, buuuut, I dunno. There was something really cringe-worthy about knowing that all these people, who didn't know them or actually care about them as much as they did about the wedding itself, were sitting down to watch the event. Heck, I didn't feel like I should have been watching it. What do I know of William and Kate? Not much. He's a Prince, and she's very, very, very pretty. That's about it. So, why should I be sharing in their special day? Yes, they're celebrities, and yes, her dress was amazing, but I honestly felt like I was intruding just by watching the TV broadcast. Spesh kiddo, I know.

Secondly, it was so damn planned. Every single tiny detail was perfect and oh so beautiful. I really exected myself to be all "*_* Soo pretty. Me waaants." but, as it turns out, I reacted more like "Erm. Hm. Well, it's nice, buuut, eh..." I must say, I was amused by how Anglican the service was though. I pretty much knew all the hymns they sung by heart. I tell you, the Anglican church may be accepting of pretty much anything these days, but their old style hymns and tediously structured services never change.

So yeah, the wedding was perfect and beautiful and had [possibly millions] of people watching it, and I still wasn't impressed. It didn't help that I had my mother sitting next to me, depressedly ranting about how bad her wedding day had been, and how nothing had been as she wanted, and her family had taken total control of it and ruined everything. Whenever she gets like that, I think it annoys my father. He's a good guy, though, and always tells her "It really wasn't that bad. I enjoyed it, and that day isn't really what matters." I am so inclinded to agree with him right now. My parents celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary a few weeks ago. Yes, they've been married for twenty years, are still as in love as ever, have never had any major falling outs and have successfully built a life and a family together. In my eyes, that is nothing short of inspirational and amazing. So, who gives a flying toss if the day wasn't perfect, they've had twenty flipping years of perfection. That's how I feel anyway.

I think it was Pamela Anderson who said something like "I love getting married, that's great. It's being married that I'm not so good at." /Half of society yells a hearty "here, here" in agreeance"/ My next issue is that, you can have the perfect service, and lovely vows, and a hot kiss, and a great afterparty, and your favourite band, and the most sought-after location, and the prettiest dress, and two years later, wham! you're sitting in a divorce court, wondering why the heck you ever got married in the first place. And what's with vows anyway? People should just say "I promise to love you until I see how flawed you are. Then we'll fight, hurt eachother in different ways and part." because, a lot of the time, that's how it is. They say those vows, because it's what they want to hear. Everyone wants to hear that someone wants to stay with them forever, no matter what. I think, most of the time, people do intend to stay with eachother. But, things don't always work. I'm not saying that people shouldn't get divorced, or get married for that matter, or make vows to eachother. I'm saying that, so often people get so carried away with the idea of getting married, that they forget what really matters, or make mistakes.

So, here I am ranting about wedding and how flawed things are, but in truth, I am the biggest believer in marriage, like, everrrrrrr. I just think that the marriage itself should be what's important, not a ceremony that only lasts a few hours. Of course I want to have a nice wedding, but, the royal wedding has made me realise that I wouldn't really care if someone gave me unofficial vows with no-one around, in the middle of a dusty desert (or, you know, while we're dancing in a lake *fangirls* Damn you, Fakir). As long as they actually did love me unconditionally, and I loved them in this way as well, then, that all that really matters, isn't it? Feel free to debate and comment on what you think of weddings/marriage, because I'm in a debate-y mood.

I would just like to say, this rant does not = (yeah, I had to use the equals sign, just as a joke. You hear me, [ClearlyUnfocused] and [TenutoTuo]? JP = soooo stalker annoying) me not being a hopeless romantic. I still am. Rather too hopelessly. /zones out into own romance world/ ...whaaa? I want to marry someone who won't care if I trip on my dress and fall on my face as I walk up the isle (this is so a possibility), and will think I'm pretty, even when I look like an idiot. Someone who I can always be myself around, and who feels that they can be themselves around me. Someone who I could feel sparks with, even if we were just hold hands, or looking at eachother. Someone who would stay my side forever, for better or for worse. Someone who made me feel happy or safe, just by being there. Someone whose flaws I could forgive, and they could forgive mine. Someone who could me my best friend, on top of everything else. This is shallow, but someone that I'm actually attracted to- this really doesn't happen very often. Someone who I respect, a lot, even if we have different opinions. Pretty much, someone who I loved for who they are, that loved me for me, the real me, and nothing else. Gosh, if I get that lucky (and, why is it that with every day that passes, I feel like I will? Like I won't be alone forever, like I'd been feeling?) then, stuff the dress and the cake and what the guests think.

I'm really not sure if I wrote this post how I intended to, or how I meant it. Eh, for someone who knows so many words, I fail at saying what I mean. That's okay, though! I hope my post has made some sense. Feel free to let me know what you think about marriage... just because I am bored.