Holy crap y'all. I'm about to have a husband in three weeks. What is happening? When did I become a grown-up? Aren't I supposed to stop using terms like "grown-up" at this point? There is a lot of joy right now, of course, and thankfully not so much stress. Everything is pretty much set to go and all that's really left is the final payments and the execution of all these plans we've been putting into place over the past year.
The thing that I didn't anticipate, however, was how often I would be having the exact same conversation with every single person I run into.
Person 1: Hey, Em!
Person 1: Getting close, right?
Person 1: Are you ready?
Me: I think so!
Person 1: Ah, it's just going to be so much fun.
Me: It sure is!
And then we politely say goodbye and I move on with my life until two minutes later when this happens....
Person 2: Hey, Em!
Person 2: Getting close, right?
And so on and so forth until I get home to Fiancé after nine million other people have talked to me.
Me: Did you know that our wedding is coming up?
Fiancé: ....did you not?
And then I close my eyes and fall asleep because I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted, not from planning a wedding and trying to get everything in order, but instead from having had the same conversation every moment of every day now. It's like some form of mental torture.
We've all been there. Anyone who has ever broken a leg or decided to suddenly grow a beard. All of you who are about to graduate or have babies, I know you know exactly what I mean. Suddenly to everyone in your life all you become is the exciting new thing that is happening to you. Nothing else about you is worth discussing anymore.
Me: I wrote a novel.
Person 1: ABOUT HOW YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?
Me: I've discovered a way to reverse the effects of global warming!
Person 2: GREAT! NOW YOUR WEDDING CAN BE OUTSIDE!
Me: I FOUND THE WARDROBE THAT LEADS TO NARNIA!!!!
Person 3: YOU SHOULD HAVE YOUR WEDDING THERE!!!!
I know most people mean well. Everyone is bringing it up because it is this huge and monumentally insane occasion happening in my life and it's fair to think that it's all that is on my mind, so I smile through it all and I bear it, because it's all meant with love. And that's what this whole thing is about, right? It's about love. It's about the love that Fiancé and I have for one another, and the love that our friends and family have for us and the love that we hope to continue having and sharing and experiencing for the rest of eternity until we die in a firey ball of death. Or repetitive conversation.
And it's not that I don't want to talk about my wedding at all with anyone ever. Of course I do. This is incredibly exciting for me and it would be weird if no one was acknowledging that it was happening. It's just strange to feel like this is all that some people see when they talk to me now: A bride.
Maybe this is why people elope. Then again when people find out you elope, you start to have that conversation over and over again, so really... there is no winning, is there? Now just imagine if you were getting married, you broke your leg, your fiancé suddenly grew a beard AND you found out you were pregnant ALL RIGHT BEFORE GRADUATION.
Perhaps that is the only way. People would be overloaded by these momentous events in your life that they would just avoid you for fear of a conversational implosion of doom!!
Anyway, that's what's going on with me. How are you?
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