More Weddings Please

So the wedding is over I managed to leave when the dancing got underway. I woke up at 3am still in my dress. Thank god for stumbling distance. So yes, it was personally stressful and depressing, even though it was a great wedding. And yes, I was the only person over 18 who was single. And I got put at the miscellaneous table, like always. You know the one. It’s the table where all the random people go because they aren’t family and they don’t go with any of your other friends. That always seems to be my table.

Once when I was working at the catering job, one of my tables was the miscellaneous table. It was a giant Vietnamese wedding, and I got the table of white people, and none of them knew what any of the food was. I didn’t either. At the time it was hilarious. It kind of still is. But it wasn’t last night. I didn’t know anyone there, and the only people I did know were sitting at the head table. So I just kept making trips to the bar so I could stay as numb as possible.

It is barbaric to attend a wedding alone. Especially when you are at an age where no single people exist. At least not normal single people. What does that say about me? I’m not in the divorced crowd, so what’s left is a bunch of people that have something wrong with them. I’ve been trying to figure out what is wrong with me. So far I haven’t been able to. It seems like there should be some obvious thing I’m doing wrong, but I haven’t figured it out. It makes me wonder what the point of doing anything is. And weddings only exacerbate the whole situation. Can some more people get married please? I think I have a little bit of self-esteem left.