The days of my friend’s wedding

First of all, letme confess. I’m not losing control, I was just shouting and screaming at the train hall because……I am just way too tired. Even though the taxi driver made his effort — — — by whistling gladly and I was at backseat annoyed— — — I still didn’t catch up the train. And the lunch box was sold out. So anyways, hunger and tired, I kicked my luggage and cursed it, the marriage as well.

Organizing a trip back to my parents took a lot of energy — — — I had to arrange the vehicles, do the laundry, make sure the fridge is absolutely empty, and the electrical power is shut down, garbage can cleaned…….trivial and yet detailed.

Then comes what to pack: should I bring this cloth with those shoes? Should I bring some painting stuff? Should I bring things to read and write?

Here you go, there are actually a bunch of stuff that the wedding attendees need to take care of.

As I think deeper, I started to wonder, why do people take it for granted that the bride’s and groom’s wedding party be paid/contributed by the attendants? Well, simply showing up at the party is already a gigantic endeavour.

Thinking of this, I finally know why I’m so unhappy about attending the friend’s wedding.

But here’s another thing, their wedding is Christian, held at a church.

I’ve always wondered, why did Christians call the other religious “pagan”, and wouldn’t step into temples or so, but encourage the others to church?

Don’t they know that at the moment when they called someone pagan, they turned themselves into “pagan” as well?

Pondering on these two points, I am afraid that even if I go back to Tainan, I am not going to the wedding. I just don’t want to.

I hope you can understand, my friend.

And the reason I was