Weddings

I cry like a sap at weddings. Maybe it's because weddings are at the juncture of my inner cynic and my inner romantic, and the whole thing just wrenches me at that connecting point. So much of what is said at weddings is meaningless - not, of course, on the part of the couple, but in the larger sense. All those phrases like "till death do we part" and "let no man put asunder" just don't mean anything, even if we want them to. The small cynical voice in my head often adlibs a voiceover track - "unless that man is a divorce lawyer," etc. When people stand there saying the words, they may not want to get out, but in today's world, they know they can, and that makes things feel different. We pretend that marriage is permanent, we hope that it is, but in our hearts, we know very little in life is permanent or at least that very little has to be.

I think I cry because it's all so hopeful. All those hopes, all that faith in what you've told each other and what you hope for from each other, all that belief in the benevolence of an unpredictable future. There's hope in frightening qualities, and I think it only hits me harder as I grow older, because along the road in life, you see more and more of the damage people can do to each other. A wedding is, in some senses, an entrance ramp to a very dangerous highway, and after you've driven the highway for awhile, you witness carnage that you wouldn't have imagined, in places that you wouldn't have expected it. But a wedding is like watching people you love pull out onto that highway. You feel love and hope and fearful concern, you wish them all the luck in the world, and you're horrified by what they're going to see as they travel together. Unlike a wedding, a marriage never really has a happy ending - if you aren't separated by choice, eventually you'll be separated by circumstance.