Since I believe it is customary for the best man to say something about the bride and groom, even when the matrimony was already done five days ago, I will still do it... in writing of course.
So here it goes.
I have known the groom for twelve years now, and for the first several years, I honestly thought that he was actually a robot. All I saw was that he had limited sets of mood, which were friendly and even friendlier. Never did he show another hint of emotions. This inhumane quality plus the fact that he never showed any extra excitement when encountering members of the different sex put me to believe that he was deprived of any organic tissue.
This view had a slight change when the robot had what can be argued as a relationship with female Homo sapiens. However, it was quickly transpired that although he showed a degree of fleshy interest for women, he lacked what a real human had, which was a heart that could feel. He was as cold as the Lich King’s throne. This was also made worse by his deeply analytical mind and his strong tendency to weigh and evaluate, probably stemming from the ray of his celestial sign, Libra. He had complaints for every female that had the unfortunate opportunity of falling in love with him. Mind you, the robot was not a handsome contraption. His head was eerily almost a perfect sphere, yet this did not stop him from finding more and more dissatisfaction about his partners.
Things took for a drastic turn, however, when a female Homo sapiens, simply called Angie, entered the robot’s life. The robot was finally dazzled, his complaints reduced to almost nothing. She also got him, the creature whose primary directive regarding women seemed to be fight or flight, to want to spend the rest of his life with her. As incredible as it sounds, I can say that I was at the very least surprised about this. Angie was beautiful, kind, smart, and caring with a hint of Thatcher persona. No wonder the robot stopped searching.
So there it was... the robot and his human female counterpart.
But, my story is not yet finished.
When the priest who led their holy matrimony asked Angie what she thought was the robot’s not-so-desired trait, she answered, “His insensitivity.” Knowing the robot’s history I couldn’t agree more. However, what happened next got me wondering. The fact that the robot constantly produced serous secretions from the corners of his eyes during mass posed several questions for me. First, “Does the robot really possess lacrimal glands?” And second, “Is the robot really a heartless bastard?” But, the answer came to me faster than he could mutter, “I do.” Perhaps, he was not a robot for a long time anymore. Perhaps he was then already a simple human being. Perhaps, he had found, in all intents and purposes, his long lost heart.
It was Angie all the time.
So there it was... the groom and the bride, the heart of his life.
Metaphors aside, I’ve always believed that marriage is a constant struggle. So, if someone were to ask me whether the bride and groom would face hardships, I would surely answer, “Of course.”
Marriage is hard work. It requires strong partnership, trust, humility, loyalty, and a whole lot of love. It’s always hard to bring two different personalities under one roof, let alone for a lifetime.
But metaphors aside, if someone were to ask me whether I had the slightest doubt if they could make it, I would faithfully say, “Hell no.”
This is Ivan and Angie we’re talking about, the dynamic pediatrician duo with friends and contacts more than the population of any small town in East Borneo. It’s the best complementing, highly spirited, and loving team you can get. I have faith in them as much as I have faith in Jesse and Celine from Before Sunrise, and coming from me, you know it’s special.
So here is to the bride and groom.
May the Lord Almighty, bless them with an ever growing friendship, love, joy, and all the peace in the world.
So here it goes.
I have known the groom for twelve years now, and for the first several years, I honestly thought that he was actually a robot. All I saw was that he had limited sets of mood, which were friendly and even friendlier. Never did he show another hint of emotions. This inhumane quality plus the fact that he never showed any extra excitement when encountering members of the different sex put me to believe that he was deprived of any organic tissue.
This view had a slight change when the robot had what can be argued as a relationship with female Homo sapiens. However, it was quickly transpired that although he showed a degree of fleshy interest for women, he lacked what a real human had, which was a heart that could feel. He was as cold as the Lich King’s throne. This was also made worse by his deeply analytical mind and his strong tendency to weigh and evaluate, probably stemming from the ray of his celestial sign, Libra. He had complaints for every female that had the unfortunate opportunity of falling in love with him. Mind you, the robot was not a handsome contraption. His head was eerily almost a perfect sphere, yet this did not stop him from finding more and more dissatisfaction about his partners.
Things took for a drastic turn, however, when a female Homo sapiens, simply called Angie, entered the robot’s life. The robot was finally dazzled, his complaints reduced to almost nothing. She also got him, the creature whose primary directive regarding women seemed to be fight or flight, to want to spend the rest of his life with her. As incredible as it sounds, I can say that I was at the very least surprised about this. Angie was beautiful, kind, smart, and caring with a hint of Thatcher persona. No wonder the robot stopped searching.
So there it was... the robot and his human female counterpart.
But, my story is not yet finished.
When the priest who led their holy matrimony asked Angie what she thought was the robot’s not-so-desired trait, she answered, “His insensitivity.” Knowing the robot’s history I couldn’t agree more. However, what happened next got me wondering. The fact that the robot constantly produced serous secretions from the corners of his eyes during mass posed several questions for me. First, “Does the robot really possess lacrimal glands?” And second, “Is the robot really a heartless bastard?” But, the answer came to me faster than he could mutter, “I do.” Perhaps, he was not a robot for a long time anymore. Perhaps he was then already a simple human being. Perhaps, he had found, in all intents and purposes, his long lost heart.
It was Angie all the time.
So there it was... the groom and the bride, the heart of his life.
Metaphors aside, I’ve always believed that marriage is a constant struggle. So, if someone were to ask me whether the bride and groom would face hardships, I would surely answer, “Of course.”
Marriage is hard work. It requires strong partnership, trust, humility, loyalty, and a whole lot of love. It’s always hard to bring two different personalities under one roof, let alone for a lifetime.
But metaphors aside, if someone were to ask me whether I had the slightest doubt if they could make it, I would faithfully say, “Hell no.”
This is Ivan and Angie we’re talking about, the dynamic pediatrician duo with friends and contacts more than the population of any small town in East Borneo. It’s the best complementing, highly spirited, and loving team you can get. I have faith in them as much as I have faith in Jesse and Celine from Before Sunrise, and coming from me, you know it’s special.
So here is to the bride and groom.
May the Lord Almighty, bless them with an ever growing friendship, love, joy, and all the peace in the world.
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