Lest one take one's self too seriously.

So I'm engaged and I get to be married to the bestest girl EVAR. This is great. However, I'm realizing that while this is far and away the most important thing in my life, it's pretty trivial to other people. I mean, most people get married at some point or another and, at some point, one reaches a saturation point of caring about other people's marriages.

My friends care a lot, as do hers, but J. Random asshole on the street really doesn't.

This is okay. Actually, it's a good thing. The world doesn't revolve around me and my intended because we're getting married. My world revolves around it, to be sure, and it should for the rest of my life, but it's not that exciting for people who aren't invested in us. Again, this is a-ok. It just poses an adjustment to me. I mean, can't this random person on the street see that I embody the greatest love of all human history?

Of course not. It's just a wedding.

To everyone else, that is.

To me...

it remains...

everything.

Fuckin'.

A.