I’m not getting engaged!
Just in case you thought a change in habit heralded some great new era to my life. Which is a common enough misconception.
I’m not getting engaged!
Just in case you thought a change in habit heralded some great new era to my life. Which is a common enough misconception.
Why do bloggers hide their blogs when they get engaged?
This is important. At the moment, I see no reason why something written for the public should suddenly become private after I get engaged. Can someone explain it to me? You know, just in case I get engaged and need to know this.
I would like to dedicate this post to a fine young woman who is no longer with us. Charmingly cynical, you could always count on her for epigrams worthy of a demotivational poster. Her daily uniform was a worn out, floor-sweeping denim skirt. She probably had jewelry just the way she probably had ankles. You rarely saw either.
And then she went and got engaged.
Some other creature is wearing her skin, now. Someone who smiles a lot; who wears dresses and heels and sparkly things framing her face. Someone who admits to bursting into tears at emotional moments (wait, did she say emotional moments?) and worst of all—yes, this is the most ominous of all—confesses to a desire to be nice to everyone.
Dear Friend (if you are, indeed, the same person): you are a lesson to us all. Nobody is immune. No matter how hard core, deeply baked, or hard boiled you are, in a moment of weakness (like a proposal) your defenses can be broached and you be reduced to a shy, giggling, mirror-checking, hair-flipping, makeup-fixing, dress-tugging girl.
Mazal tov, NEF#16.
I was sitting in class gazing at the whiteboard with glazed eyes when the student next to me, who was also a bit bored, whipped off her engagement ring and wedding band and slipped them on my fingers.
Whoa.
That looked weird.
And felt weird.
I’ve never been much of a ring person. Rings get in the way. They weight down your fingers. They bang and snag on things. Having that big rock sticking off my finger felt… weird.
I can kinda get why engagement people always seem distracted by their rings. It’s a weird feeling.
Hard to imagine wearing one of those things the rest of my life. Do you get used to it eventually?