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| Current music: | 80's Friday |
Abi and Ariel sitting in a tree...
My friend got married today. (Pictures later. Our dresses were perfect.) Here’s the thing: I can commit to a wedding. I can. More often than not, I lurve weddings: the sentimentality, the aesthetics, the effort, the quietly crying parents, what the whole ceremony stands for. And I have a very partial idea of what mine would be like. (There will be a lot of Indigo Girls and Van Halen playing in the background, for one.) But I cannot, for the life of me, wrap my brain around marriage. I don’t understand how people can do marriage. Makes me think of this psycho I read about in crimelibrary.com who kidnapped a hitchhiker once and kept her in a box that was so small, the only thing she could do was lie down. Even smaller than a coffin, I tell ‘ya. That’s what marriage looks like to me – this tiny box. That you have to share with someone.
I’m hopeless, aren’t I?
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