Still twisted!

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Maybe it is just me with my twisted mind. Perhaps the others do not have such morbid imaginations about life. They like to see their glasses half full rather than their nihilistic nemesis. But I cannot help it. My mind seems to go on autopilot, and I cannot press the reboot button. It is hanging but still buzzing under the surface. Luckily it only happens sometimes.

This train of thought came sprawling to me one day when I was given the honour to bear witness to the public declaration of a private intent, i.e. to bless a couple who wish to share their joy of nuptial bliss.

There I was sitting at the back row of the dinner table just watching the world go by. Sometimes, people watching can be therapeutic. It can stimulate your philosophical cords. You can also indulge in a game of one of trying to guess their background, stature, the worries, their fears etceteras. Nobody wins and nobody loses in this meaningless game to kill time.

It dawned upon me the extravagance of wedding ceremonies these days. In the yesteryears, people looked forward to these functions to get together. Fun things to do those days were too few in merriment, hence the anticipation and expectation of merriment by others. With the dearth of social interaction, these events were opportunities for economic ventures, arena to flaunt one's achievement and a place for prospective life partners to meet.

In this fast moving world where people are trying to be, and miserably failing, to juggle many balls, multitask and wear many hats, it does not make any sense, really! Unlike those days, where food was scarce to come by, we live in in a food fetish and mega-helpings era. This kind gluttony is the last thing the modern man needs to keep his waistline in check. How the heck is he going to stay true to weight watching regimes?

With the uncertain economic climate looming over us, perhaps it is wise to be prudent. With the government coffers getting dry, it may just alert the antennas of the taxman to plan his next kill for his supper. If statistics were anything to buy, the newly weds have a 50-50 chance of hating each others' guts in years to time. There may be a real chance of them needing to do all again after there get bored with each other! Death does not have to do them apart. With so much distraction and lure to indulge in casual liaisons, it had never been easier and more tempting.

Now you know why I say my mind is twisted!