Part 1: Whom to Invite
Rather than wrestle with ambiguous criteria for choosing your wedding guests, why not plug each of them into the following formula? Decide how many guests you can afford to invite, then rank them according to the numerical values assigned by the following formula.
+10 points for members of the immediate family
+5 points for members of the extended family
+1 point for every year that you have known the potential guest
-1 point for every year it has been since the last time you heard from them
-5 points if it is someone you have never met
+ 5 points if you like them
-5 points if your better half dislikes them
+1 point if you expect them to give you a nice gift
-1 point if they don’t expect to be invited
-5 points if they belong to an entire group of people who could be (but do not expect to be) invited
+3 points if they have been endorsed by someone subsidizing the wedding
-10 points if they are a former significant other
+10 points for mutual friends of the bride and groom
-5 points for members of the opposite sex who are not mutual friends
+2 points if they congratulated you promptly on your engagement
-3 points if they congratulated you on Facebook and that was the first form of communication in several years
+1 point if you were invited to their wedding
+3 points if you went
-5 points if they will try to make out with your mother while in a drunken stupor during the reception
This should provide objective criteria by which to navigate an otherwise difficult decision. Remember: this is your day and the numbers don’t lie.
The Epic Shenanigans of Adulthood
Part I: What
My long hiatus from blogging has brought with it much writing material. It’s not just an excuse. The “interruptions” in life can be a source of great blessing.
I am engaged and the wedding is in two months. I am nearly finished with my first year of Ph.D. studies. I am in the process of maybe selling a house, which has been complicated by ant number of issues. Unbeknownst to myself, I was without homeowner’s insurance during the earthquake, for example. But I digress.
My question is this: in what ways is adulthood qualitatively different from childhood?
I ask this because I am convinced that far too many adults have not abandoned their childhood selves and that, unless I am careful in the big decisions I face in my present, I will become one of them.
For the purposes of this essay, I will disregard such nuanced stages as “teenager” and “young adult.” I assume that if you are somewhere between 12 and 40, my discussion applies to you, as well as to many people outside that age range, which is simply my best guess at classifying those who are trying to figure out what it means to be grown up.
Children dream of becoming adults. Most of them do, anyway. Their games reflect this. But they do no want to become just any adults. While stereotypical roles reflect this –firemen, soldiers, astronauts, movie stars, princesses, and mothers – I think that even non-stereotypical playtime reflects this trend. My earliest career aspiration was to live in New York and own a costume shop, helped by a giant rabbit. My favorite book, “Busy Day, Busy People,” had somehow given me an inkling of the Big Apple. But I think, too, of my recent summers spent mowing the campus at the seminary. I wore a broad-brimmed hat to protect me from the sun and a bandana over my mouth and nose to keep out the dust and pollen. I heard from several seminary parents that their sons enjoyed “playing cowboy,” i.e., mowing the lawn like me.
Why do children want to grow up? Adults have apparent freedom and endless possibility. They come and go as they please. They stay up as late as they want. They spend money on whatever they want. They have power, beauty, strength, and knowledge to a degree that is barely imaginable for a child. A boy who longs to be strong knows that he will be stronger when he is a man. A girl who longs to be beautiful knows that she will be more beautiful as a woman. All children who long for adventure know that they will have greater means to travel and explore when they are older.
Yet if the standard children’s attitude is “I can’t wait to be an adult,” the standard adult response: “bills! [gripe, gripe] duty! [gripe gripe] if you only knew!” Too fraught with duty to dream of childhood, gripey grown-ups nonetheless know that they are missing something. As to what and why, I will devote my next post.
Tags: adolescence, crises, crisis, transitions