The Pro's of Pulling a Britney
Ok, so this tiny little shindig that started out as my wedding has blossomed into this huge thing with all these people coming who I didn't even think I would send an invitation to. Seriously. Suddenly my great aunt who I haven't seen since I was about 15 and who (let's face it) has continually scared the living shit out of me for a good 3/4 of my life is going to come and share a hotel room with my grandmother. Driving seven hours (probably more--she lives in Tennessee) to come to my wedding. This is a woman who is constantly suing people and who sounds like a gravel road when she talks. And she's coming to my wedding. Or probably she's coming--she has to clear it with her shiftless son who beats his wife and buys $10,000 horses, all on his huge mall employee salary. WHAT THE FUCK?!?
So ok. It's going to be ok. When it comes right down to it, who wants to drive seven hours to go to a wedding that is going to contain nothing more than a song or two from the Garden State soundtrack and the pretentious reading of various literary quotes? No one. That's right. No one. Thank God. I mean they may talk a big game now, but when it comes down to actually laying down the cash to come, they won't do it. Right?
On a more joyous note, Matt and I registered on the illustrious target.com, so that we can ask for lots of strange things that we probably have no business owning. It was fun. Matt asked for this plaque that says, "Grad School: The Snooze Button on the Clock Radio of Life" which I thought was apt and cute as well. And I decided that when we move to whereever we are going I will have a red kitchen. So that's cool. Right?
But then, I went to Milton, and we were discussing Boethius and Prof. Savage just had to read this whole passage about material desire and how it's just plain evil, no questions asked. So I ask (in my mind of course) How can one live in our culture and defeat material desire? Because I am good card-carrying socially minded Democrat, but I swear, if you tried to take my stuff, or my tax refund, I would kick the living shit out of you. Seriously. I talk a big game about the sharing wealth and underprivelaged children and helping out, but what I truly want is stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. (Actually right now, I want a new blazer and some new hot underwear for Valentine's Day, but that's neither here nor there). Isn't that weird? And how do I defeat this aching, cruel desire? Boethius would say that I have some inner emptiness that needs to be filled with some deity, but he lived in the Middle Ages, people (or actually, pre-Middle Ages). It's not applicable. Maybe it's the American Curse. I should coin that term and write a book about this.
And this brings me to my final thought, which is related to everything I've said here: people are selfish bastards. We all want stuff, we all want to get some happiness. Hear somebody whose happily in love is going to celebrate that love in a meaningful ceremony? Go to their wedding and have them cater to your every need! Oh dear lord. Stop Morgan Stop.
So ok. It's going to be ok. When it comes right down to it, who wants to drive seven hours to go to a wedding that is going to contain nothing more than a song or two from the Garden State soundtrack and the pretentious reading of various literary quotes? No one. That's right. No one. Thank God. I mean they may talk a big game now, but when it comes down to actually laying down the cash to come, they won't do it. Right?
On a more joyous note, Matt and I registered on the illustrious target.com, so that we can ask for lots of strange things that we probably have no business owning. It was fun. Matt asked for this plaque that says, "Grad School: The Snooze Button on the Clock Radio of Life" which I thought was apt and cute as well. And I decided that when we move to whereever we are going I will have a red kitchen. So that's cool. Right?
But then, I went to Milton, and we were discussing Boethius and Prof. Savage just had to read this whole passage about material desire and how it's just plain evil, no questions asked. So I ask (in my mind of course) How can one live in our culture and defeat material desire? Because I am good card-carrying socially minded Democrat, but I swear, if you tried to take my stuff, or my tax refund, I would kick the living shit out of you. Seriously. I talk a big game about the sharing wealth and underprivelaged children and helping out, but what I truly want is stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. (Actually right now, I want a new blazer and some new hot underwear for Valentine's Day, but that's neither here nor there). Isn't that weird? And how do I defeat this aching, cruel desire? Boethius would say that I have some inner emptiness that needs to be filled with some deity, but he lived in the Middle Ages, people (or actually, pre-Middle Ages). It's not applicable. Maybe it's the American Curse. I should coin that term and write a book about this.
And this brings me to my final thought, which is related to everything I've said here: people are selfish bastards. We all want stuff, we all want to get some happiness. Hear somebody whose happily in love is going to celebrate that love in a meaningful ceremony? Go to their wedding and have them cater to your every need! Oh dear lord. Stop Morgan Stop.
posted by Southern Belle at 11:27 AM
1 Comments:
dude, "Boece" is in my big huge freaking chaucer Brick o' Doom book, and we keep reading excerpts from The consolation of philosophy and i keep having weird transcendalists stirrings.
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