It was a crazy day at the office yesterday. I got a whole bunch of documents to scan and uploaded on the web that I barely even got my skinny butt out of my chair. I don’t even remember taking potty breaks! But things only got extra crazier after work. Everybody seemed to be so excited and in such a rush to go home. Even my yeobo uncharacteristically picked me up early.
Then it hit me: it’s the royal wedding. *SIGH*
There I was, already tired and cranky. The wedding was the last thing I wanted to watch, but I had to endure it because my husband had the remote so he called the shots. And it was hilarious because he was more excited than I was! Every time a car is shown onscreen, he shouts: “It’s her, it’s her!” I kept thinking maybe something happened on our way home – you know, like we swapped bodies?
While the whole world wanted to witness what press people are calling the “Wedding of the Lifetime,” I, on the other hand, did not much care about all of it. Why? Because, quite frankly, their wedding has nothing to do with me nor do I stand to gain anything from it. Don’t get me wrong. I AM happy for the royal couple and I wish them a lifetime of happiness with a bunch of kids running around their home.
Maybe I’m just plain weird but I really do not understand everybody’s excitement. So they are getting married, big deal! They’re not the first couple – of royal lineage or otherwise – to do so! And one of them being royalty does not make the event any more special than that of the next couple. And “Wedding of the Lifetime”? Whose lifetime? I know I’m asking for trouble, but REALLY?!
Category: My Thoughts