Babs

I went to a wedding today.

A simple, small affair, but beautifully done.

Before the bridal procession, they played a short video… one of those “here are a bunch of photos of or lives set to music” sorts of things; always a feel good moment. Everybody loves baby pictures, and baby pictures set to Robert Goulet? Fuggedaboudit.

Of course, far be it from me to simply sit there and enjoy the moment. No, I instead decide to try and figure out what it is that is so alluring about this sort of thing… in the end, for me at least, it all came back to memories. We sit there watching photographs from the life of someone we barely know flash across the screen and at a base level we want those memories to be ours. Well, we want the fantasy that we associate with them….

After all, there are no bad memories in those photos…. right?