I read a fascinating (read: alarming) article last night. In Fargo, North Dakota, Nadine Schweigert married herself in front of 45 friends and family. She’s currently honeymooning in New Orleans. She is a divorced yoga instructor with three children to support and she had been on a quest for happiness.
Schweigert tried therapy, self-help books, friendships: anything to fill the void in her life. “I was waiting for someone to come along and make me happy.” Tired of waiting for that someone to come, she found that someone in the mirror.
You can read all the particulars in the article. I’m sure it was an interesting ceremony to watch. But as I read her story, I was reminded of that quote by Blaise Pascal:
“All men seek happiness without exception. They all aim at this goal however different the means they use to attain it. . . .They will never make the smallest move but with this as its goal. This is the motive of all the actions of all men, even those who contemplate suicide.”
Happiness was so important to Nadine that she finally just married herself, convinced that such a move would bring her the happiness she’d been missing. But I have to wonder: what happens if she meets somebody new? What happens when that person makes her more happy than she could ever make herself? Would she divorce herself? Who will keep the house, her or her? I mean, how quickly could she move on after that sort of heartbreak?
I don’t mean to make (too much) fun. She obviously was a hurting individual who thought this maneuver would satisfy. I get that. We’re all desperate for happiness. But as someone once said, “There’s no smaller present that a person wrapped up in themselves.” And I just have to wonder how different her life will be now that she’s hitched to herself.
What do you think? Would you be happier if you just married yourself? To what extent does happiness factor in a marriage? Is it better to be alone or is it better to marry yourself? Would that really make you less alone? Discuss.