Attending a wedding (on the rare occasions that anyone has been mad enough to invite me, and when I've also been mad enough to actually go) usually makes me think:
a) is he/she really marrying THAT?!
b) it won't last more than a year or two, surely?
c) what the hell am I doing here?
d) where the hell have they put the present that I sent them?
e) why on earth did I spend so much money on that present anyway?
OK, my lad's wedding was different. I felt a sense a warmth through seeing him happy but also a sense of loss as I knew that he moving on to another phase in his life, further away from me.
However I've most definitely NEVER found myself wanting to get married!!!