AITA for telling my friend her parents shouldn’t dictate her wedding plans?
Picture this: a quaint, overly perfumed suburb of Somewhereville, India, where the flowers bloom as brightly as the expectations placed on young women. Oh yes, this is where my friend recently got hit with the “Birthday Death Sentence” – or as her parents like to call it, “your five-year countdown to matrimonial bliss.”
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Now, I know what you’re thinking: “What a great idea! Nothing screams freedom like a ticking clock forcing you into a wedding dress!” Truly, you can’t make this shit up. After all, who wants to spend their glorious youth exploring the world when you could be prepping for an Instagram-friendly wedding instead?
Let’s break down the logic, shall we? Five whole years of “freedom” followed by a swift trip down the aisle right after graduation. Because nothing says “enjoy your college years” like the looming thought of a groom lurking around every corner. I mean, how could she possibly concentrate on her studies when she knows that “Mr. Right” could swoop in and ruin her dreams of partying on weekends?
And let’s not even get started on being the eldest daughter. Ah yes, the ultimate fringe benefit, akin to winning the lottery but with a lovely asterisk that reads: No money, but a groom will be selected for you shortly! I mean, how romantic! Who doesn’t want to turn 18 and find out they’ve just been drafted into the “Find a Husband” league?
So there I was, brimming with sympathy for her plight. Of course, I said that it wasn’t fair—because what kind of friend would I be if I opted for euphemisms over empathy? “Let’s sugarcoat this!” said no one ever, especially when we both know her parents have decided their daughter’s life must follow a perfectly linear trajectory. Are they assembling a wedding planner on the side? I want in on that gig!
Well, naturally, my bold, unfiltered honesty didn’t land too well. A few blunt words and suddenly, we’re in a communication black hole. Who knew that pointing out the obvious of cultural expectations would lead to awkward silence? Crazy, I know. It’s almost as if sarcasm doesn’t fix everything—who would’ve guessed?
So, here’s my honest takeaway. If you’re looking for freedom, don’t let the clock tick too loudly. And if you find your birthday cake is made of expectations rather than bliss, maybe it’s time to bake your own. Just make sure that cake is layered with courage because you’re going to need every slice.
Until next time, I’ll be here in Somewhereville, waiting for an invite to the wedding. You know, in case they decide to let me choose my own partner—what a concept!
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Written By:
William Thomas
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