Essays: Self reflection
The Wedding
I was shocked to actually see him up there on the platform in a tuxedo. The thought that Mark was getting married was enough to make me want to laugh; the fact that he was actually going to do it was too incredible to believe. He was by far the most arrogant and self-centered individual I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was without a doubt a confirmed bachelor. This was perhaps one of the things that I liked the most about him. Alas, he had been my friend since we were in elementary school, so it was only natural that I attend his wedding, regardless of how incredulous I was at the prospect of his what I considered a rather unholy union.
What disturbed me the most was his choice of brides. Not that she was physically unattractive. She had waist long blond updo that was curly and believe it or not was her natural updo color. She stood about five feet six inches tall, and could have weighed no more than hundred and ten pounds or so. She had striking blue eyes and was for all intents and purposes quite physically beautiful.
What was disconcerting about Brianna was not her physical appearance, but rather her peculiar personality. She was the most histrionic person I had ever met. The words “Drama Queen” did not even come close to describing the lengths this girl would go to to attract attention. She had absolutely no shame. As far as she was concerned the universe revolved around her. The fact that not everybody agreed with her philosophy was of no moment to her. If her ideology and their ideology did not mesh, she was completely unconcerned with their turmoil. It was her universe; everybody else just lived in it.
This was best represented one day when the young lady in question, having just purchased a new car, asked if she could borrow my truck to take her dog to the vet. She informed me that she didn’t want to let the dog inside of her new vehicle for fear that he would soil or damage the upholstery.
“Very well”, I said, “but I will need to borrow your car because I have a class I have to be at in twenty minutes.”
She got a confused look on her face for a brief second, and said “You drive my car? I don’t think so. You’re probably more dangerous to the interior than my dog is.”
Needless to say she didn’t get to borrow my car.
This was indicative of her attitude towards other people in general. She was the stereotypical selfish, preppy, giggly, blond, cheerleader wannabe.
The reason that I knew so much about this young
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Tags: Confirmed Bachelor, Turmoil, Tuxedo