I don’t want to go outside— and I haven’t for the past five days. I know how crazy that sounds. I know. I’m having a hard time finding anything out there that is more appealing than my bed and an unlimited supply of audio-visual entertainment accessible with a remote control. I’m perfectly happy just being here, taking an indefinite social hiatus. I do love to go out and get food, but that’s the extent of Life Outside™ for me. Do I wish I were a more social person? No.
If you’re a friend of mine, I’m still me! You can still call my cellphone and we can talk for hours. Or my home phone. Why did we ever lose the virtue of talking over home phones? That was the best.
Anyway, I am obsessed with wedding detail planning. AREN’T WE ALL? I am just standing by my decision and 100% committing to this event. It is, after all, a family affair. Have I lost my feminist virtues (wow @ the second mention of virtues (3rd!) in this post) by making sure that this oppressive social tradition is no less than perfect? Who am I?!