Most times, I wake up and I have no idea what I’m going to write about. I lie in bed, mulling, letting random thoughts bounce around my mushy brain until something clicks and forms a somewhat coherent idea. Most times, those ideas keep ping-ponging about as I let Tigger the Dog out and drink a glass of water. By the time I sit down at the computer, they are mostly clear and pecking away at the keyboard I go.
Sometimes, I’ll start something the night before and hope that by the time I wake up, I have more to say about it. Most times I do. This morning, I’m stuck. I watched Married At First Sight last night and thought it would be perfect post to babble about. This is what I had when I went to bed: A show where folks are set up with other folks, meet them for the first time at the wedding and then spend the next month living as a married couple trying to make it work. WTF TV is one step away from broadcasting an execution and I’m totally ashamed to admit I would watch. OH. MY. GOD!!! It was an absolute train wreck and I could not look away. And this morning, I can’t get past those "brilliant" sentences. I cannot get a single thought to stop running about the inside of my head and screaming “AHHHHHHHH!” at the top of it’s little tiny thought lungs. What’s bothering me isn’t the premise. Reality shows are pushing harder and harder to find something to attract the masses. I really have no doubt executions are next, what with the selfie births that are posted daily. Ew. And arranged marriages have been happening for years. From what I’ve heard, some are successful and actually lead to love. The way I figure it, when you take the ‘get out of jail free’ pass that is divorce, you are forced to work on what you have. And when you enter a marriage without all the romance novel expectations of fireworks and roes petals’ and deep smoldering looks that tell you everything, marriage is a somewhat easier path to travel. I’m saying this having no personal experience with an arranged marriage. I did marry Husband eight months after meeting him online but we ‘talked’ for a month before meeting and he’s a very honest and direct guy. I knew what I was getting with him because I knew him, deep smoldering looks and all. No, what bothers me about the show - and bother isn’t the right word - what fascinates me about the show is the absolute faith these folks have that this will work out. That four people and "science" can pick out the one they are meant to be with. That they are so sure, they are taking a giant leap in a very permanent way and getting married to a person they have never met. It’s like getting a tattoo of your partners name right across your forehead only here, THEY DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW THEIR PARTNERS NAME UNTIL THEY ARE ON THE ALTAR ABOUT TO GET MARRIED! Marriage is hard. Melding your lives together, trying to figure out when to give in on important things like, does the toilet paper go over or under, these things are land mines with a couple that know each other and love each other. Husband and I still fight way too often about my leaving cupboard doors open and his inability to put dishes away and we’ve been married for nine and half years. How these folks are going to make it nine days with cameras following their every move, I have no idea. But I will be watching it happen because I cannot look away. And I am hoping, wishing, praying they make it through. Because I think that someone that has that much faith in what might be deserves not to get crushed by reality. Especially not on film.
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AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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