Mixed couple

11 07 2006


Mixed couple, originally uploaded by ebilflindas.

 

You might not know this, but I’m an ordained minister. Sure, it was a mail-order kind of deal. Well, actually, I don’t know if the word “order” is appropriate. I simply sent a postcard to the Univeral Life Church stating that I would like to be ordained, and they made it so.

 

Although I did it on a lark, my intent wasn’t to demean the honor and prestige of the position. In fact, I’ve had the honor of officiating wedding ceremonies for two good friends. And they were beautiful ceremonies, if I may say so. I did my best to arrange each one to be uniquely suited to each couple.

 

And while I know that the marriages themselves are no reflection of my service as the matrimonial officiant, there is a part of me that is disappointed that only one of those unions is still intact. Questionable, yes, but intact nevertheless.

 

So I decided that I would no longer offer my services as an officer of matrimony. I did not want anymore to put two people together who would only either split up or live unhappily ever after. I once even stood by this decision when another friend asked this service of me. While I did not enjoy telling him no–that since I had only met his fiancee once and otherwise don’t know a thing about her, I did not feel comfortable doing that for him–I was proud of myself for holding to my principles on the matter.

 

He said he understood, but I haven’t heard from him since. I wonder how they’re doing…

 

Anyway, so when I happened upon this seemingly mismatched couple, you would think that I wouldn’t have even had to think about not putting them together. And you’d be right. The thought of not joining these two never crossed my mind.

 

In my silly, mildly-twisted mind, I thought, how better to enjoy an ice-cold Pepsi than in a sensuously curvaceous Coca-Cola glass?

 

Of course the partnership didn’t last very long. Shortly after they’d been made one, the Pepsi ran off–with me, in fact–leaving the poor glass empty, cold, and alone.

 

I must confess, though. I’d do all over again.

 

Advertisements

Actions

Information

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




%d bloggers like this: