One weekend, I went out with friends. Two of them were running late so the rest of us headed to People’s Park to kill waiting time. The place was practically deserted and the night was uneventful, until I got hold of news regarding a friend’s shocking marriage plans.
“Wow! Congrats! I’m so happy for you!!!” would be my normal reaction upon hearing someone's upcoming wedding. But this matrimony was different. All it could get out of me was a cynical falsetto, “Whaaaaaat?!?”.
Dismayed. Confused. Stunned. Distressed. Appalled. I could go on and enumerate all synonymous words but not one could exactly describe how I felt that night. One thing was sure though, I just couldn’t fathom the fact that they were getting married. I couldn’t believe that in less than a year of dating, there’d be wedding bells, and a proclamation that it's love. Adding to my confusion was my friend's "Why wait?" justification. I wanted to strangle her when she said that.
The skeptic in me just couldn’t believe that it was love as affirmed by these glazed-eyed lovers. And even if it was love, is it wise to get hitched solely for that reason? Would love still conquer all once the glow wears off and reality kicks in? I just hope I’m wrong because as much as I enjoy giving I-told-you-so lectures, I don’t want to go into that in the future.
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