The wedding countdown's fully mocking me because my wedding day was probably the most depressed I've felt in ages. On the bright side, it's taught me to re-evaluate my relationships. I think it's better to learn at 24 who your real friends are so you can focus on strengthening those ties rather than generally diluting your time and energy over a wider pool and then realizing the pool's nowhere near deep enough to be of any use if you're planning to take a really solid dive.
I could talk more on that strain, but honestly it's over and done with and everyone else had the best wedding they'd ever been to, so... after much heartbreak and soul searching and thoughts of what I coulda shoulda woulda done, I'm just letting it go. Additionally, for the first time in my life I'm thinking seriously about cutting people out, which is something I've never gotten up the balls to do before, so I guess I'm feeling all empowered and all that. My husband (ha. haha. hahahaha.) is clearly a good influence.
And most brides only get stupid hotcases and Ganeshas out of their wedding days, so I guess net-net, I still got more out of the experience than most. Plus, the marriage is awesome even if the wedding was my own personal nightmare.
I also have all kinds of fun and funny marriage stories but those can wait for a time when I'm feeling less hooh! hah! (Johnny Bravo style) and more ha! ha! (in the manner of Johnny Lever). Is it my imagination or has two weeks of socializing with relatives totally Iyer'ized my sense of humor?
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