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That Time I Married Myself
Today, August 5th, is my wedding anniversary!
My Facebook relationship status is “married” and I’ve been surprised that no one has ever inquired about this. After all, most people who are married list their spouse on FB and show off couple pics at least every once in a while, but my profile doesn’t name anyone I haven’t posted any “here’s my husband/wife” shots. Maybe people just assume that my spouse is not on FB, or that they’re a very private person.
But that’s not the case, because I myself am on FB and I’m a fairly public person, and the person I’m married to is… me!
(For the record, when I first signed up for FB, I tried to enter my own profile as my spouse, but FB wouldn’t let me, so I left it blank.)
My main justification for marrying myself was that the only person I could truly and honestly promise to spend the rest of my life with was myself.
I described my wedding in my book, “Adventures in Urban Bike Farming” and that excerpt follows. To set the scene, the summer of 2006 was a period when my lifestyle was moving rapidly out of the mainstream. It was the first season I tried to support myself as an urban farmer in Portland, Oregon. I’d been fired from my job at a food co-op that spring but had simultaneously gained access to a quarter…