My annoying cousin and equally annoying partner are getting married at the end of October. Even if this news hadn’t been announced in the local press (complete with excruciatingly embarrassing photographs that any normal person would file under ‘photos to destroy for fear of blackmail’) then we would still have known as it’s all they ever speak about. I know it’s a big occasion but surely there are other topics of conversation to be had. I also wonder what will happen when the wedding is over and they realise that all they’ve been talking about for the last 6 months is the wedding and now it’s over they no longer have anything to speak of!
Anyway - my invitation arrived this morning at my mum and dad’s house. Forgetting the fact that I haven’t lived with my parents for nearly 8 years and that they know exactly where I live, I’ve suffered an even worse fate - I’ve not been plus one’ed.
To say I’m mad would be like saying the grand canyon is just a little hole.
I know that I’m not in a relationship in the strictest sense of the word but I’m dating a nice guy who could have come with me. It’s like they have decided that since my Facebook status says single I have to suffer through the worst event where you can be single. I know people say that weddings are one of the best places to pick up people (not that I want to) but I’ve never in my life been to a wedding where most people are paired off at the start and those that aren’t are likely too shy or too foo to go and try to find out who the singletons actually are. To make matters worse my other cousin who changes boyfriends nearly as often as she changes her sheets has a plus one. She’ll probably have a competition to choose who she’s going to take along.
If I sound bitter – I am. Perhaps I’ll take Mike anyway just to see what happens. Or more likely than not I’ll just not bother going. Sour grapes it may be but I’m resolved to do what makes me happy.
Other things that have me irked at the moment are…
Work. Not only do I have a particularly annoying colleague who has no sense of morals in either her behaviour or the stories she tells, but I’m just not feeling satisfied there anymore. It’s a great little shop but I need something more.
Mike. It’s not that I’m mad at him or anything he’s done but I’m wondering whether ‘good’ is good enough. He’s adorably sweet and does things like sending my flowers at work (yes, I work in a flower shop!) and giving me chocolates but I’m beginning to have doubts. Perhaps I just need to take some time to chill with everything that’s going on lately and then I’ll get some perspective!
Hopefully my next instalment will have a happier, calmer theme to it!
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