It's well and easy to claim you know yourself until an event comes that makes you question everything. This weekend's occurrence was one such occasion. A long proclaimed cynic, I swear off men on a regular basis due to my deep-seeded belief that there are few "good guys" out there. Every once in a while I shirk these reservations and give a guy a chance only to be yet again disappointed. So cynic I am and cynic I will remain.
Or so I thought. I adore, above none else, a cheeky romantic comedy, yet I think I love it purely for the fantastical nature of the thing. Swept into a world where men are gentlemen and love is easily come-by, I can release my cynicism for a brief moment in time. However, as soon as the film is over, reality crashes back and love is no longer something easily found or easily kept.
So this weekend when I attended a wedding, I hardly expected to be overwhelmed by emotion. As happy as I am for the couple, I pondered at the ability of any relationship to endure. Hand in hand with my cynical nature, I entered the church. Bets were made on when each woman would cry. Maria didn't even last until the wedding started. After being asked to wear a corsage, the water works started. As the wedding commenced, I watched first the men and then the women walk in. But the minute I saw the bride, I knew I was a lost cause.
Escorted by Beck and Rick, Tori entered the church. Seeing mother, father and daughter, I could not help but tear. A mere few months ago this seemed impossible. First breast cancer and then leukemia stomped on this family. Quite easily someone could not have made it to this day. To see everyone together at such a joyous time and knowing it very nearly wasn't, I couldn't hide from my emotions.
This weekend I began a cynic overwhelmed by fears, turned into a sop with barely controlled emotions, and changed into an optimist with a hope for the future. I've been told I'm a cynical optimist. Quite accurate, I suppose.
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