I have a million things running through my mind going at a frantic, non-stop pace that should probably qualify me as asylum worthy but for some reason has yet to visibly imbalance me that much on the outside. That or I’m so crazy I don’t realize that this isn’t reality and I actually am in an asylum. But I’m also really happy with my scatter brained existence so I guess I don’t care? Is that bad? Shouldn’t I care if I’m actually insane? Oh golly maybe I do. If I’m genuinely insane then I could wake up at any moment and everything here will go away and my life is really going good at the moment so I really don’t want that to happen. Oh gosh I hope this is the really real reality because if it’s not then I’m going to miss my fiancée so much and it’s going to really freak him out if I start acting like we’re engaged in this other actual reality if we aren’t in both.
SEE. GADZOOKS, I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT MY WEDDING PLANS OR ACCOUNTABILITY OR SOME NICE SHIT AND HERE I AM DISCUSSING MY POTENTIAL SANITY. I SWEAR MY BRAIN IS ON CRACK COCAINE.
This is why myself and 90% of the world’s population are probably concerned about my impending marriage. I still do things like climb on roofs just to prove I can and graffiti the notices around work to change them from things like “Amanda Wisely bought a 5 Cheese Pizza.” to “Amanda UNWisely bought a 5 Cheese Pizza.”
And I sprayed spittle all over the youth Pastor’s husband just because he told me not to.
I’m getting married in T-Minus 41 days.
- I’ve heard my future sister in law is very excited that I will have a preggo maid of honour
- The other one is getting over the fact that her baby brother could be (will definitely be) having sex
- I found out that my future groom really didn’t like the colours I was thinking about. I got upset at first but he explained why and then I was just mildly irritated because it was a really sweet reason.
When his grandfather passed away he left future groom a very fine, vintage vest from the thirties or forties. When future groom received it he promised himself he would get married in it, I think maybe as a way to honour his grandfather. When I was talking about a bunch of bright, rainbow-like colours he thought it wouldn’t go and that bothered him. So now I can’t do it, but I’ve gotten over it. Now I’m thinking of an adventure theme with lots of maps and old fashioned travel stuff. That, or I’m still thinking about not actually having a wedding . . .
More than once while growing up my parent’s told me, a little joking but actually very seriously, that they would encourage me to elope. Now that I’m actually engaged it’s like they can’t fully decide what they want, although I think my Dad is leaning more towards a wedding. But whilst my darling groom thought at first that a wedding was important, he’s recently changed his mind and decided it’s just a horse and pony show and doesn’t want one at all.
This will be an interesting process.
Okay okay okay.
So I’m getting married and I don’t know how to pick a date, who to invite, can’t settle on colours for sure, and am pretty sure my future groom and I are not on the same page. We want a small ceremony, but don’t know what kind. Our wedding party (not including family) currently has three people in it – me, the groom, and the maid of honour. The reception like, what even is that? We want a large(er) one but of course don’t know how many people for sure, or even what to do.
WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE THESE THINGS.