hymen[eal].

The superiority of not being invited tot he wedding reception over the opposite. What is the best way to attend a wedding, nevertheless, but retaining the image in accordance with one's wishes? Yes, the solution is go to the church but refrain from wasting one's time on some crappy wed feast. Who cares anyway. Spend a minute or two on the thing. Chatter a bit with selected, more handsome cousins, brag a bit, ask them about even less, leave them something to ponder over in the remaining long hours of the wedding finale and dis-a-ppear...! Puff, I'm gone! When I was in the church, my thoughts revolved around such topics as I wonder how long will they withstand the test of time or Were I a lawyer I would rub my hands with satisfaction waiting for the inevitable divorce to come. It is not, mind you, that I wish, her or him or them bad. Nothing of that matter or sort thereof. My friend whom I attended the ceremony with gave me an astounding stare upon hearing the above mentioned matters and asked why on earth do I forecast such black scenarios for my, more distant but still, family. I retorted that this here, the moment referred to then as the now, and now as then already, is, the already mentioned black scenario in which a beautiful woman lets herself be captured by the ruthless mundanity [oh, I haven't used that word for quite a long] of a wifey's life. God forbid [me]. God save [me] from such dramatic turn of events. A-ny-way, thoughte I. As presumed, upon a closer and slightly longer observation, the event was nothing short of a freaky fash show, in that, everyone was looking upon each other, evaluating how many kilos the neighbouring person put on weight. No thanks. Not doing such a nuptial thing. Not good at pretending.
Nevertheless, I came to a conclusion that the most profound change a man [ref. to general] can execute in him/herself is to get enslaved or, for that purpose, get pregnant. These, in my view are the greatest alternations, in that they are most life-changing and not awesome or satisfaction bearing, however. These modifications [life-mods] you write yourself in a software called life-the-death-ending-story; FAQ best in the world, abounding in old people's knowledge and wisdom. These changes externalize oneself and by that I mean that the locus of attention shifts from an entity's inside to the outside on another person. I, for that matter, am still too self-centered, not to say ego-centric, let alone too self-confident. And the rain has cometh down on se earthe.