Another Wedding...

I went to yet another wedding this weekend and before you even ask, yes, I went alone again you punks and it'll always be that way! The wedding was for my good friend from college (but knew him since 9th grade, maybe even earlier). I was honestly expecting the worst. It was a very Christian wedding so I thought it would turn into a long sermon and I'd have to sit there in the heat all dressed up in a suit (I hate dressing up). BUT it ended up being really short and I had an awesome time catching up with old college friends I hadn't seen since... well... college. It was nice to be greeted with smiles and hugs even after not seeing/speaking in such a long time.

Anyways, the point of this post isn't about catching up with old friends. It's no secret that I get pretty sentimental when it comes to certain things. I don't care if I cry watching some sappy ass movie or whatever so there were times during the wedding when I had to look away from certain "images" just to keep my composure. Then I thought to myself, why do these images or events make me feel this way when I don't even believe in love anymore? Well after some thought, the fact is, I don't believe in love FOR MYSELF, it doesn't mean I don't believe other people aren't capable of love. I always wish and want the best for couples I know and I hate hearing about breakups and divorces. So people, when I say I don't believe in love, please don't take it to mean I think you're stupid for being in a relationship and start giving me that evil eye...

Before I digress and ramble further, in honor of my good friend James and Leona's wedding:

"There are three stages.
1. Not loving and not being loved.
2. Loving and not being loved.
3. Loving and being loved.
Now, I tell you that the second stage is better than the first, but the third! That's it!"
- Vincent van Gogh

Congratulations on reaching stage 3 together. <3