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Unless you’re completely unplugged from the world of pop culture and social media socialites, you most likely saw photos from the four-day wedding celebration of Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas that occurred over the weekend. They seem to be posted everywhere — from entertainment news sites, to Twitter, to the personal Instagrams of the bride and groom and their star-studded guest list. The images show the happy couple, smiling, laughing, and dancing in brightly-colored traditional Indian garb.
To avoid accidental offense, I won’t claim to know much about Priyanka’s Indian culture, aside from the brief explanations on her own Instagram posts. But, what I do know is that this marriage is a big deal to the betrothed and their families, as it represents the joining of their two cultural backgrounds and religious beliefs.
And while that’s great and all, that’s not what gets me. The ‘grams they’ve gotten off have seriously made me feel some type of way. Some type of sad way? But also in a happy way? Happy and sad at the same time. And you wanna know why? Would you like for me to tell you why these beautiful pictures have me feeling ready to cry?
Yeah, I’d like to know too.
I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a diehard Jo Bros fan back in the day. I’ve been to four concerts and was certain I’d marry Joe someday. But that was well over 10 years ago, and I’ve had other delusional celeb crushes since then. So I refuse to believe I’m sad because I love Nick Jonas so much. I really don’t. Didn’t even like his newer music. I don’t know much about Priyanka other than she runs in the cool girl celeb circle. No strong attachments toward her. So that’s not it either.
So tell me then, why am I unreasonably moved by this very ostentatious, very public, very Instagrammable display of commitment?
Here are my theories, as follows.
A lot celebrities that I do really like were at this wedding. Just this morning, the first Instagram post that I saw about it was posted by Bumble CEO, Whitney Wolfe Herd, who I love and believe should run for President one day. She was with Elizabeth Chambers (Armie Hammer’s wife) but mostly the creator of Bird Bakery and amazing chicken salad. But I digress. Sure, I like the persona these ladies put out on their social media, but I would I really develop FOMO from these people I don’t know hanging out without me?
I think it might be more about this amazing wedding that I will forever miss out on. Unless one of my single gal pals marries someone who is incredibly rich and of an Indian background, I don’t think I’ll ever get a save the date for this kind of shindig. And I won’t be able to post the amazing Instagrams that I keep being bombarded with. This is so shallow though, so I refuse to believe my mysterious emotions are rooted in something THAT pouty.
2. I want to get married.
I tweeted about my feelings towards this wedding, and a friend of mine responded with a My Cousin Vinny gif: “My biological clock is ticking like this.” I chuckled; I do have a tendency to publicly give my boyfriend shit about when we’re going to make this whole relationship thing we’ve been in for 2.5 years official. And yes, I have two X chromosomes, and unfortunately, have been dreaming about my wedding since I was a little girl who would steal and poorly apply her mom’s lipstick.
But really, do I think I’m emotional because I love weddings and the institution of marriage and crave it? I mean, no? Because I don’t feel a strong envy of their love or happiness. I feel more of a strong admiration and pleasure from it. It makes me happy that these two incredibly rich and incredibly good-looking, perfect on paper people now have a perfect marriage. And the only reason I now dream about my wedding is because I’m happily in a relationship and I believe that’s my logical next step. Or else it better be.
3) Weddings, in general, cause a wistful feeling.
If you’ve attended an out of town wedding with many of your friends on the guest list, you most likely know this feeling. This big anticipatory event that was sure to provide a good time and good memories is now over. The dangling carrot is gone. You’re headed home and back to the cold hard dose of reality that settles in right before you fall asleep on Sunday night. The weekend is over, and unless your friend has multiple marriages, you no longer have this friend’s wedding weekend to look forward to. It’s an awful feeling. Maybe this wedding having been SO public and on my ‘gram, I’m feeling the second hand come down of an amazing wedding weekend I wasn’t even at.
File under: deal with your empathetic to a fault issues.
4) Maybe beautiful things can just sometimes be emotional.
I think this is our winner. To circle back to the first thing I mentioned about the public joining of the two cultures, maybe these photos emitting such vibrant colors and permeable happiness, along with what their marriage represents for their cultures and families just cause a strong emotional reaction in me? Like how art buffs can be moved to tears over some beautiful artists’ work, perhaps my equivalent is really over the top wedding Instagram posts by some of Forbes’ “30 Under 30.” Honestly, I buy it.
Whatever the real reason, congrats to the happy couple who probably spent more on a wedding than I will ever make in my lifetime, and in turn made me sappy by publicizing their nuptials. Now excuse me while I go update my Pinterest board and encourage my boyfriend to befriend influencers and/or convert to Hindu. .
Image via Instagram