TM 217: A ring.
Just looking at that picture gives me a goddamn migraine.
I think of the same thing a ton of other people think of the second I see a little gold ring. Churches, way too much white, preists, an altar, women in ridiculously fucking bad dresses telling each other they look gorgeous even though they don't mean a word of it, guys in tuxes that they can't stand looking to get laid by the best looking woman there, and a ton of other things.
And to top it off, there's the bride, and there's the groom, and they're all set to say their 'I do's with fucking slap happy looks on their faces that're positively nauseating.
In short, I think of hell. I think there's a circle down there that Dante didn't cover that has all of this, and so much more. And I think if I'm not very careful, that's the spot I'm going to wind up in instead of some other circle where I'd be much more fucking comfortable.
My girlfriend thinks it's just the best goddamn thing ever. Which is bullshit. But since when does she agree with anything I say? No, this marriage thing has to happen, even if she has to knock me out, put me in a tux, and prop me up at the altar while the ceremony goes on.
I don't see why. Her sister's not getting married. Her brother sure as shit isn't. Her entire family would hate it, I'd be expecting her Dad or her sister to firebomb my car for weeks afterwards just to get rid of me once and for all. It's not like they can't do it, now is it?
My parents got married, and look at them! Sure, they love each other, but do you have any idea how fucked up their life is? You fucking don't. You don't know what my house was like. And you know what? That'd be us to. Doing irrevocable incredibly shitty amounts of damage to our kids. And that's why I won't have them either. I won't even get into how goddamn lousy a father I'd be.
I won't do it. I won't. I don't care what she seems to think, she can't fucking make me.
She can't.
... Right?
Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 387
I think of the same thing a ton of other people think of the second I see a little gold ring. Churches, way too much white, preists, an altar, women in ridiculously fucking bad dresses telling each other they look gorgeous even though they don't mean a word of it, guys in tuxes that they can't stand looking to get laid by the best looking woman there, and a ton of other things.
And to top it off, there's the bride, and there's the groom, and they're all set to say their 'I do's with fucking slap happy looks on their faces that're positively nauseating.
In short, I think of hell. I think there's a circle down there that Dante didn't cover that has all of this, and so much more. And I think if I'm not very careful, that's the spot I'm going to wind up in instead of some other circle where I'd be much more fucking comfortable.
My girlfriend thinks it's just the best goddamn thing ever. Which is bullshit. But since when does she agree with anything I say? No, this marriage thing has to happen, even if she has to knock me out, put me in a tux, and prop me up at the altar while the ceremony goes on.
I don't see why. Her sister's not getting married. Her brother sure as shit isn't. Her entire family would hate it, I'd be expecting her Dad or her sister to firebomb my car for weeks afterwards just to get rid of me once and for all. It's not like they can't do it, now is it?
My parents got married, and look at them! Sure, they love each other, but do you have any idea how fucked up their life is? You fucking don't. You don't know what my house was like. And you know what? That'd be us to. Doing irrevocable incredibly shitty amounts of damage to our kids. And that's why I won't have them either. I won't even get into how goddamn lousy a father I'd be.
I won't do it. I won't. I don't care what she seems to think, she can't fucking make me.
She can't.
... Right?
Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 387