Wedding Season

If I've been delinquent in my blogging, it's been because I've been immersed in the summer trend that's been cauterizing my age bracket without remorse...the wedding season.

These events insulate me, not like a slowly sled brushfire, but like a microwave... momentary realignment of the molecules, a sudden internal combustion, nuclear-nuclear. An okay good. I am off duty.

I've been fortunate in not having attended a single wedding where I felt forced to go, they were all for people whom I root for deeply (not that anyone should openly admit they root against others but the real well-wishes don't get wasted)...I don't know why exactly I am saying this, but it's painting a sensibility I'm not understanding yet. It's all visceral.

I'm blessed in the not thinking on this topic, but building out of these events, the rest of the world also seems microwaved. Particles that were lost are colliding again: here's someone I knew last when I was 17 (nervous and going forward blindly/grasping at straws), here is one from freshman year (still nervous but pretending not to be), and randomly on the street today... here is one I only see in election years (doffing delegate math).

Here is someone I didn't like for political reasons that no longer matter, here is someone I didn't know then which only makes me anxious now, here is someone I didn't like for any reason at all. We're all invested in someone else's future, weddings are like community activism and some issues you stay quieter on.

But these have been the best ones, which for now, is all the assurance I need.