the thing with planning a wedding is the complexity-to-product ratio. look at the detail, the effort, the planning. compare with the possible outcome. take the best-case, if you'd like. the results are still painful.
emotional and sentimental significance, regardless of their existence in a particular arena, have nothing to do with this ratio. every day (thus far), i have chosen not to drive my car over the side of a bridge. not to combine such an excessive amount of narcotics with my diet that it stops my heart. for these decisions, i do not make plans, to make plans, to consider the possibility of hiring a planner to buy or not buy the pills. to analyze the bridge structure. to pull braking statistics from each of audi's last four independently run factory tests. no, in a decision that ultimately means more than any other in areas involving my involvement, my continued breathing on this earth is decided every day, by a split-second decision. countless numbers of them. low complexity, meaningful product (debatable, i know). what more do tangerine colored roses have to offer than this?
i can live without marriage. literally. figuratively. shouldn't that be visible in the details? or lack thereof? spare me.
there is nothing rational about planning a wedding. if there were, many more people would have retirement funds and that ridiculous movie with j.lo would never have been made.
ReplyDeleteyou have to walk the thin line, pretending to care about the height of the origami pattern for the napkins while limiting your usage of the phrase "i don't care" to less than one hundred reps.
all this for the income tax break.