Just me. (lara7) wrote,
Just me.
lara7

arrghs of the day

1) my (step)dad friended me on facebook. haven't responded yet.

2) 3rd bridal dress fitting. You know those movies where a middle class person tries to fit into some blueblood society and gets excluded not because of earnings or poise but breeding/background? or for you literary types, have you ever read the Great Gatsby? Or for you punkers, remember the slumming rich gal who shows up to high school one day in a Misfits shirt claiming to be all about the Clash when she was listening to Top 40 3 months ago?

That is how I feel in the bridal costume. I'm a poseur in a world that is supposedly open to any straight gal with a committed partner and a blank check. In a way, I wish I was super goth or super hippie so there'd be a culturally acceptable alternative costume I could have chosen instead. I'm having regrets that I chose what I thought would be the "easy" choice in wedding attire. It's not like I don't occasionally get dressed up in girly stuff, but The Dress is causing me a ton of angst.

Oh yeah, I'm still happy about getting hitched and having a ceremony with friends present. No angst there. it's just The Dress that's freaking me the fuck out.
Tags: angst, nuptuals
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