Man alive, the wedding has come and gone and we're all back to our somewhat exhausted selves. I slept solidly last night (not liquidly) and I still feel like death. I think the best part was meeting all the new people. I LOVE new people. I don't love people who I've already met and then they change into other people I don't know, cos that's just weird, and people should only be people, not masks.
But there were some very genuine, fantastic people that are attached to my new stepfather and hence now me, and I'm quite glad of that fact. I think EVERYONE should get married just for the social consequences. You see how people behave in so many conditions. You get to know the true essence of people, you see their core, because of the huge variety of different social environments we're all smooshed into and it's too much to think about how you should react, you just do. Because it's a lot more of behaving rather than speaking, it's very easy to see people. Which is kind of ironic, someone else might say the complete opposite- that a wedding is where everyone stands around plastered with smiles and well wishes and it's a chance to forget who they are and think about someone else for a change, but in my experience, it's not that way. Well it is, but it's not. I'm not sounding very coherent anymore and hardly anybody understands me when I do, so mayhap I should wrap it up in paper and call it a cheeseburger.
It's... Tuesday afternoon and I am STILL wiped out.
2 comments:
i understand you. even when you talk like a cheeseburger.
what would I do without my cheeseburger interpreter.
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