"Expect the Unexpected": 
2/03/2013 Home Written stream of consciousness

There are some things that are overrated in this life. I truly believed that the first weeding I ever attended was going to be amazing and at least a bit fun for a few hours. But contrary to everything that weddings were sold out to be it was pretty boring. I mean, I’m not trying to say that I’ve spent countless hours contemplating over what my first time in a wedding was going to be like, but movies and TV shows and a fair amount of books that I have read, depict them as something out-of-this World. Of course, this is like believing that everything on the internet is true, it’s extremely naïve on my part, but I would have expected it to be a bit fun.

In reality this is what took place that day. First thing that happened was the actual wedding ceremony, which as I expected, was pretty boring. But that is always the worst part, as I expected it to be, it’s just a ceremony afterall. After this, the reception (previously known as “the promise land”) was the next event that was in plans for the day.

When we arrived, there was a ton of people mingling in a room, and since this was a second cousin's wedding, I barely knew anyone. I knew I had seen at least ten people before this event, but I didn’t remember them, and seeing as they didn’t talk to me, they probably didn’t remember me either. It felt sort of pointless standing in a room with no one to talk to, but luckily my sister had the same sentiment, so we spent the rest of the day together. 

Later on, when we started to sit at our assigned table with our parents and some cousins, I started to talk to some of them. We had some things in common which served as good conversation topic. It was the usual teenage chit-chat, video games, TV, movies which are apt for an ample conversation. They were at least enough to last us through the dinner.

After dinner (which was very well cooked), the dancing started. The band was really good, but I really didn’t have enough courage to ask anyone to dance. I didn’t know any of the girls; I hadn’t seen my cousins in years, so I took the obvious choice, my mother. We danced for a while, but she said she got tired of my two left feet. So my brother and I ended the night in the hotel room, where we hooked up a PS3 to the TV and we played for the rest of the night. Unfortunate, this was the highlight of my day. Point being, expectations are not to be taken too seriously, sometimes they don't play out.