Annivorsay parties are on their way from the USA
I read that the latest trend from the USA to hit these shores are so called “anniversary” parties.
This is not a mispelling, apparently people across the pond are celebrating the anniversary of their divorce each year by throwing a party.
Now I am not one to be sentimental about divorce but there should at least be some dignity in the dissolution of a marriage and generally speaking it is not something to celebrate.
The fact is a divorce is actually a failure, a life defeat, and yes, people want to move on, but perhaps something more reflective should be in order, than throwing a party.
Perhaps a holiday with your friends where you can spend the week relaxing, and reflecting on what went wrong would be more appropriate as you will have the time and space to think about the future and how your failure could be avoided next time.
Many People these days do not work at marriage, or indeed at very much at all. It is now all about instant gratification, whether in relationships, jobs or life in general. This modern play station generation of adults are not actually adults, they are perpetual adolescents who wander through life thinking that everything will just happen without much effort and until people learn that the only way to get the most out of life, is to put some effort in, then we as a country have little hope of reducing our divorce rates and producing stable families and therefore a stable and content society.
Just the other day, my family went to a free art festival in our home town of Swindon. We went with a bunch of other families that we like to spend time with and had a thoroughly pleasant day out until the day started to draw in and the night time festivities commenced.
The park was soon filling up with what I can only describe as the dogs and muscles brigade, bare chested, shaven headed and accompanied by women of all ages with scraped back hair, huge hoop earrings, face studs and tattoos. Not long after, the sweet smell of cannabis resin began to drift over the park and we decided it was time to go home.
As we headed for the car park I saw a 30 something family sat on a picnic rug, with shaven headed Dad ( or was he) puffing on the biggest spliff you have ever seen and Mum drinking out of a bottle of white cider while their baby crawled around on the grass between drink bottles and roaches and their pit bull laid quietly beside them with it’s muzzle hanging from a tree. This sight made me feel sad for the future.