For two hours I've been sitting here, writing draft after draft, trying to produce a post that didn't make me want to quit. A million different thoughts strive my indecisive mind, but none of them worth enough to be put into words. Well, how about this one. I went to a wedding that I'm not sure I should've attended. And I feel like if I didn't care too much, then I shouldn't have gone.
I'm not particularly close to either the groom or the bride, but at the time it felt like the right thing to do. He's a skater and I've known him for close to ten years now. Everybody was invited, everybody. Which means that nobody was paid real attention to. Most of my skater friends went and part of me wanted to go just to meet all the people I haven't seen in a long time.
I sacrificed a beautiful day, not just any day, a Sunday, to go and shake hands for mainly personal reasons. Of course, there was a friendly part of me at that wedding hall, but frankly, that didn't last too long. I donated fifty bucks at the entrance, which is a minimal amount these days, and had a difficult time digesting my attempt to make that money back at the buffet.
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