Weddings. An
enjoyable and festive time which brings together families, couples and friends.
You look forward to the many nights of flowing alcohol, the best of the best in
most cases, gourmet food, dancing into the wee hours of the night, and great company.
A non-stop party fest, which you hope will continue as long as you can survive
it!
On the
outside it’s all rosy, fun and easy going. But not so much fun for single women
getting onto their 30’s and more. I actually sympathize with the single and ‘close
to 40’ ones. They must want to dig their grave! And not because of self added
pressure. With weddings comes this huge shroud of expectations, disapproving or
even sympathetic looks from older married aunties saying ‘When will her turn
come?’ or ‘We must find you a boy now’ like it’s the most impossible thing in
the world. Because you’re standing 30 and single at a wedding, you’ll never be
married.
And so you
get solace in hanging with the ‘cute and younger’ lot because it helps you live
in the moment when you don’t have to think about all these decisions, and you get
to avoid those pitying aunty eyes looming over you. You wish you could be 5
years younger all over again, and flirt with that young 25 year old. But seeing
how alcohol and 20 year olds just don’t bode well together, you heave a sigh of
relief and feel happy that you left those wild and irresponsible years behind
you.
They say the
moment is supposed to be about the bride, but it seems like more of an
inquisition and a rapid-fire session, which I’m sure, comes from a good place.
But with the fun and frolic of a wedding comes expectations and stress, not of
your own making, but from external factors of ‘What is in store for me?’
Let’s not
even get started on kid’s birthday parties!
"This seems to hold good for the men as well!"
