… Okay I Googled “ugly wedding” because, I am sorry but, the wedding industry has offered up a lot of material in the ugly category. Thought I’d see what it would yield for a little Friday afternoon pick me up… I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED! Check out this lovely lass on the happiest day of her life. Wow did she nail the classic look or what??
Maybe this one should have gone with RED instead of white for her big day… Oh and by they way, this image was aptly named “wedding beast”.
… It only seems appropriate that this post should follow my last post. Some of you might read it and assume I found jesus or something like that, but no I still worship only one god, the ski mountain.
Anyway to my point… As shameful as it is to admit I was listening to 95 triple x this morning during my commute to work. While I was listening they played the below quote from some random movie:
“…did you say you wanted cheese on your burger sweetheart?”
“No I said I wanted to find whoever invented love and hack him up with a machete”
Ha, I laughed and agreed. Because who can’t relate to that at some point in their life? And then came my introspective moment… ugh.
I realized that I have spent the majority of my 32 years as a single person. That alone could be reason for depression, if I cared or was not the worlds pickiest person. As you know per my last post I went through a break up about 3 mos ago. I wish I could say I am past it more than I really am, but I am not. This I find especially troublesome because if I was a friend of mine, I’d be rolling my eyes and telling myself to get over it already. I have about no tolerance for this type of behavior in myself or others, but alas…
So what’s the mushy part you ask?
It is the thought that followed right after the acknowledgment that I am always single… that’s when it hit me. It is so completely dull to always be single. I mean this should be obvious based soley on the sheer lack of accessible sex, but it was not to me. I concluded I’d rather be heartbroken (even for longer than the allowable allotted time) than to just not take the chance. The chance is fun, the dating is fun, more often than not the sex is fun, really fun. So why not, right?
Maybe I grew a little with this revelation. Maybe my heart was like the Grinch’s heart on that faithful Christmas morning. When he heard the Who’s sing their Whoville song and his heart grew 10 sizes that day … Okay, maybe mine just grew one size.
… and I got nothing. I mean I should have plenty having been dumped this week and all… usually that is material for the taking. BUT, I seem to be moving along just swimmingly. I will say that I have enjoyed anything that has made me laugh this week. Starting with the ridiculously BAD hair cut I inflicted on my poor dog and this little Friday pep me up sent to me by an old co-worker. Super Pug, check that bitch OUT!
NO one… I mean NO ONE could not turn that frown upside down after seeing this. Not possible.
Happy Friday.
