Explosions in Weddingland

You probably have no idea how jumpy people can get when they know it’s time for me to write a new post for my blog. There are plenty of people who are happy to read about someone’s life when the light is shining on someone else, but you’d be stunned how many of those people don’t really like to be in the spotlight. I am one who never liked being in the spotlight either.

I’m doing well enough at the moment, if you’re curious. In so many ways I have hit my limit on certain things. I no longer have the ability to tolerate mindless droning conversation from people who fail at taking social cues. Nor can I let my friends suffer it anymore.

I can no longer listen to people who are chronically depressed talk about the many ways in which they are slighted, victimized or otherwise helpless in circumstances they themselves have caused. That’s just my latest evolution.

Bad news travels at the speed of light in most parts of the world. Recently I found that all the pastors at my church (again) know me by sight, my first and last name and the kind of year I have been having. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. It’s always a surprise, when you start believing you are invisible, to find that you are not. Not only not invisible, but have hundreds of pairs of eyes watching you.

I was going to a certain church, which I loved, and there was a collection of us that were all single at the same time. We all married within two years of each other. The marriages have disintegrated as if by sniper attack, one by one. Another friend of mine just told me that her husband moved out. And I think by this time next year, the core group will be back together again (possibly with a few new exes replacing the original cast members) doing the gallery hop scene and Saturday night potlucks somewhere right after church. (I used to host them, and they were a lot of fun.)

If you’re currently married, you might be right to think that divorce is contagious. Right now I am having a tough time believing it isn’t.

To my friends and loved ones in their first marriages, God bless you. Kudos. Live long, love forever, prosper. I pray you will be an outrageous success. God knows I need role models.

To the rest, call FB me and let me know if you are up for the December gallery hop in the Short North. I know we are coming into Christmas, and that can be good and bad. You don’t have to be alone for the holidays. Let’s connect, do dinner, have fun. We’re free to do what we want now, right?

What do we wanna do?