In regards to all the people I know getting married, are married, married with kids, or engaged, I just don't understand what is so darn exhilarating. You meet. You date. You move in. You fight, fight, fight, and fight some more. He (or she) proposes. She freaks out over wedding invitations and color schemes. He picks out a tux. They party. Hard. She finally walks down the aisle to the "love of her life." "I do. I do." Another trip down the aisle. They party. Harder. And off they go into the sunset.
Frankly, I don't get it. Once the diamond is on her finger, it's like a sparkler to the wedding day. And then, once the wedding and honeymoon's all said and done, monotony sets in. It's a day-to-day existence, and statistics show that nearly 1/2 of marriages fail, inevitably by some stupid reason like lawn chair furniture and coordinating the curtains with the toilet seat cover! This short burst of happiness is temporary, people. And, granted, there are couples who stay together for upwards of 50 years, but let's face it. By then, at least a third of them are only in it for the tax break. The rest might truly be in love, I'll give them that.
But when did they start just loving each other and fall out out of love (There is a difference)? Love, I suppose, can be happy. But isn't being "in love" the whole reason the two got married in the first place? Why risk falling out of love and letting the sparkler fizzle out, when they could be just as blissful merely committing to a monogamous relationship, without the pageantry of a wedding. For that matter, just get married in City Hall by a justice of the peace, save yourselves thousands of dollars, and put it towards retirement. Then, take the honeymoon if you've both made it to retirement together. Best of luck, folks. I won't be joining you.
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