one upper

Just received yet another wedding invitation, and this time I'm reluctant to go. Mostly because I'm up to my nose in work til the 2nd week of June, but partly because I don't see the point.

Truly I am getting more and more jaded as time passes - but I can't help wondering if I'm the realistic one seeing through all the farce.

I mean, is it just our sole aim as women in this world to land someone eligible and have babies with him? Standing from this vantage point, I feel excluded from the group of women who feel secretly pleased when raving about their wedding or feel so proud that they're married and are going to have a baby. It feels like nothing but pure one-upping to me - "Oh I'm getting married, you must come!" and then show off the guy like he's Adonis. I mean hello girl, firstly I haven't seen you for years and you invite me to your wedding? And that isn't exactly a Species Numero Uno you've got there, so why the need to rub it in?

Now you're probably thinking I'm jealous because I don't have a ring on my finger yet, but its not that. I just feel its pointless. When I get married, I will brutally filter the guest list to leave only the important people. Only the people who truly care.

But maybe I'm farcical too. I'm so proud of the house and have been pasting pictures of it on Facebook, so perhaps I deserve to be labelled a one-upper too.

It truly is a one-up world.