9.8.8: My Un-wedding And Other Stuff
Somewhere out there, on a separate timeline of the multiverse, today is my wedding day. ... Wow. I wonder if there's a timeline where I awakened spiritually and got married? Seems unlikely, given how closely linked my awakening was to the breakup. So the only way it could work is if I awakened after the wedding. I can imagine what a mess that would bring about, in the context of the conservative Laestadian Lutheran revival movement in which I grew up.
(Note: I am not passing judgement on religious conservatism. I was inside that belief system for most of my life, and there is a lot of undeniable good there. Regardless, that belief system has fulfilled its purpose in my life and I've now moved on. I have the same respect for conservative Christians that I have for anyone else. Also note that, due to BZPower policy to prevent flaming, I do not here present religion as a topic for discussion.)
OK, so assuming I would have kept my religion and my relationship with my fiancée, today would have been the day I got married. My imagination jumps at that. Actually, my thoughts were so bent to that other timeline this morning that I dressed in my best suit. I'm writing this on the train on the way to my grandparents' place to see my mother. She's here in Finland on a short trip, and naturally I very much look forward to our meeting. The last time I saw Mom was September of last year, when E and I spent three weeks at my family's home in Vancouver. That's where we got engaged, actually.
I phoned my ex just now. She's on vacation, spending the weekend with her sister and brother-in-law, who got married in May. They're a beautiful, happy couple, very dear to myself as well, and I sent them my love. All of my ex's family is dear to me, although I haven't had the occasion to spend much time with them after the breakup. E tells me one of her older brothers had a baby yesterday, the 8th day of the 8th month of the year 2008. It's a boy. Wouldn't it be cool to be born on 08.08.08?
I'm intrigued that the Beijing Olympics were opened yesterday at 8:08:08 PM. The Chinese believe all those 8s will bring good fortune. Numerologically, however, the date is actually not very auspicious at all. Hmm.
As my laptop's battery squeezes out the last of its juice, I leave you to float in my own little un-wedding fantasy dream world. I'm sorry I couldn't share it with you, but it probably wouldn't have garnered much response anyway. In this blog-eat-blog world, it's all about ratings and replies, isn't it?
Isn't it?
-BC
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