For better, for worse...

This line scares me more than anything else whenever I think of marriage, and believe me, the very idea of wedding rings, confetti or bouquets sets me on panic alert. Now, naturally, I'm a bit of a traditional; I believe in the sanctity of marriage, fidelity and all that jazz. I'm anti-divorce and pro-family planning, so yeah, you can say I've given the topic quite some thought. But the phrase, "For better, for worse.." scares the socks off me.
By nature, again, I am a fleeting personality. I hardly ever get completely committed to anything. I may get absorbed by a notion for a while, but as soon as it gets boring, my mind shifts. Some say it's my artistic temperament, those people make me smile, I think though, that it's just a bit of a psychological deficiency; 'committophobia' [hahaha], but really though, I have a bad track record and looking back at it, I wonder how I'll manage to keep up with my professed traditional values of fidelity in marriage.
And for the record, I am most definitely not considering marriage anytime soon. That said...
I had a dream, some weeks ago, maybe if I was Wilde, I'ld have written some really bizzare poem about it. Anyways, the dream was some sort of a Christmas Story spoof, with my present and past girlfriends meeting at a table for lunch while I eavesdropped frm behind a curtain. Naturally, table talk was centred on yours truly. After some, [entirely flattering] comments on my 'bedside manner', and romanticisms, they naturally diverted to my flaws and mirthlessly thrashed out the foolish reasons I had given for breaking-up with each of them. The girlfriends of the Present laughed as they heard and then realised that already, I had began to lay ground for creating more such excuses. At the end of the lunch, (or was it my dream), the concensus was that, I am fleeting, childish and shallow. This would have hurt me deeply, even in the dream, if they had not been sending me surreptitious texts and iMs proclaiming love through the lunch. But that is another story.
I wonder and ask myself whenever I can; what am I going to do about my case of 'infideliousness'?
I've tried prayers. It's either I don't have enough faith, or I didn't pray properly or perhaps, this is the divine plan. I tried 'Infidelity Anonymous' once,[lol], the organiser was a hack! B**ch tried to screw me, literally! I've had a spell of psychology sessions and I'm not really going very far there, but considering that I'm examining myself from a bunch of textbooks, I'm not surprised.
Years ago, when I was a wee lad, I did say I would never marry. Unfortunately, (or is it fortunately), the resolve was not because I was certain of a life of infidelity, but because as a product of some foolish childhood eccentricity, I just wanted to be a bachelor till I died. I forget I'm my mother's first son, the destined one to carry the family name [rolling my eyes].
But anyways, I remember a cartoon I watched as a kid in primary school. "For better, for worse" was the name and it was about a family and the trials that each member went through as they grew older and wiser; Emo-issues, finance issues, marriage issues etc. Maybe that's what I need to do; find a dvd of that cartoon, getting a bag of popcorn and watching the whole thing. Who knows, I might learn something. But whichever way, "For better or worse, things would turn out right".