I want to start off the year by saying happy 2013. I don’t have a new year’s resolution this year. I want to say that last year was awful. Yes. I can say LAST year, and my God it is history.
Now, I want to discuss weddings. Arab weddings that make me cringe and utterly hate any celebration for that matter. I wanted to write about it a few days ago, but I was contemplating what I should say that will not come across to you as me being an evil bitch.
I have not been to any weddings, especially Arab weddings for the past 3 or 4 years. I don’t like celebrations either. New babies. Graduation parties. Anything that is defined as “happiness.” It is not personal to you. I am a person that is better off being alone and minding my own business than being envious of your happiness and thinking will I ever have my turn, if ever. So I avoid it all together and just live life peacefully.
I didn’t go to my University graduation a few years ago because I didn’t want to sit there for 3 hours! I just wanted them to give me the $40,000 piece of paper and define me as awesome, eh?
Let’s get back to weddings. Yes. Arabs. The last wedding I have been to has thrown me down to an abyss of hating going to one. I always ask my self, “Why her? Why all these people? Why an entire village here to celebrate this? Why only men dancing dabke (traditional Levantine dance)? Why are all the middle aged women gossiping? Why the non-married girls in the bathroom all night talking to each other?”
God, and I hate when they say, “3o2balek.” I think the reason I don’t go to these events so I don’t have to hear it. Probably behind my back they are talking about me for being old and no one wants me. I am being dramatic here, but shit like that does happen and I have been hearing them for years. I am no different in their eyes.
What makes me hate it more that my mom loves to go so she can see what everyone is wearing and married to, and if they have kids. Oh my God! Kill me now. My mom is like them! I can’t avoid the talk other than refusing to go. Oh, I also hate dressing up and my mom has to approve. Hello? Am I 10?
The worst part is that the bride or groom don’t know 97% of the people there. The people there were invited as a collective because they were a resident or have roots of the same village back home. One, two, ten, all of them. 300-800 people later and the air conditioner is spiked up full blast and the kitchen has been working over time to feed ungrateful people that assess every plate and how much it cost per person. Don’t get me started on the cost of such a night. I rather buy a brand new car or two!
I am only saying such things about weddings because I KNOW what they say after.
I have decided if I ever do get married, I will do it old school way. Sign a marriage paper at the mosque, and just leave and have a quiet life.
My mom will not be happy.