The last qualm I have with marriage is the widespread tradition to spend thousands—sometimes millions—of dollars on one day. ONE DAY. Get over yourself. Nobody cares about your stupid marriage that much anyway. The total amount that your wedding costs directly reflects your level of vanity & materialism.
Getting married is like taking the sucker bet at a casino, sometimes you can put your money on it & everything turns out in your favor. My parents have been married for 36 years and still have a very real, loving relationship with each other. It CAN happen. But more often than not you’ll end up getting robbed blind and left feeling empty & violated. You see, the house always has the best odds.
As for myself, I wouldn’t mind rocking a ring to symbolize my love and loyalty to the man of my dreams, but I grew up as a witness to an incredible anomaly amidst the paradigm that is marriage. After my grandparents on my mother’s side divorced, they each took a new lover. Neither of them ever remarried. Since before my life began, they loved and lived with their newfound partners until the day they died for no other reason than because they wanted to. They genuinely wanted to be no where else but there with each other, and there was no written contract that made them feel obligated to stay. Now that’s romance.
Save the prenup, baby. Let’s just never get married.
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