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Ideal_Rock
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Around the net, I've sometimes seen posts about brides worrying others might be judgmental about their wedding, or being competitive about whose is 'nicer' or 'more fun'. I always think to myself 'who are these peoples' friends?' None of my friends would be even a titch judgmental or competitive about a wedding. Otherwise they wouldn't be my friends.
But, one of FI's friends has invited his girlfriend to come along to WP1. FI didn't even know she existed, until just recently. For some reason, I've become completely IRRATIONAL and concerned that this woman, whom I've never met, is going to be judgmental about me or my parents or the wedding. She's a baroness from a very old family. We have seen a picture of her, and she is all perfect looking and blond and pretty, and apparently she hangs with a very 'uppity' crowd. To compound things, people from her strata have, historically, been particularly bigoted toward my ethnic group. (FI's peeps, and my peeps have a long bloody history).
But that doesn't mean SHE is bigoted.
I have never met this woman. She could be the sweetest creature on earth! I have absolutely NO REASON to be feeling weird about this.
But for some reason I can't stop thinking about how she's going to turn her small perfect nose up at my clunky platform wedding shoes or that she'll think my parents don't have good manners. Or that we might wear the wrong thing for the wrong time of day... you know, the subtle stuff that Baronesses take in with mother's milk and people born in refugee camps (like my peeps) never master, even when they work their way up in life.
What's my problem? She very well could be the sweetest, least judgmental thing ever and care not a jot about WHAT shoes I'm wearing. But more importantly how did I magically morph into a crazy girl who gives a flying frakk WHAT some stranger thinks of her shoes!? This is so not like me.
Maybe it's a displacement thing. You know, instead of worrying about something real re the wedding, I'm focusing my anxiety on something I can handle because it doesn't actually matter.
Anyone else doing this? Focusing on dumb stuff? Like worrying a total stranger might not like her shoes?
Please, tell me to get a grip!
But, one of FI's friends has invited his girlfriend to come along to WP1. FI didn't even know she existed, until just recently. For some reason, I've become completely IRRATIONAL and concerned that this woman, whom I've never met, is going to be judgmental about me or my parents or the wedding. She's a baroness from a very old family. We have seen a picture of her, and she is all perfect looking and blond and pretty, and apparently she hangs with a very 'uppity' crowd. To compound things, people from her strata have, historically, been particularly bigoted toward my ethnic group. (FI's peeps, and my peeps have a long bloody history).
But that doesn't mean SHE is bigoted.
I have never met this woman. She could be the sweetest creature on earth! I have absolutely NO REASON to be feeling weird about this.
But for some reason I can't stop thinking about how she's going to turn her small perfect nose up at my clunky platform wedding shoes or that she'll think my parents don't have good manners. Or that we might wear the wrong thing for the wrong time of day... you know, the subtle stuff that Baronesses take in with mother's milk and people born in refugee camps (like my peeps) never master, even when they work their way up in life.
What's my problem? She very well could be the sweetest, least judgmental thing ever and care not a jot about WHAT shoes I'm wearing. But more importantly how did I magically morph into a crazy girl who gives a flying frakk WHAT some stranger thinks of her shoes!? This is so not like me.
Maybe it's a displacement thing. You know, instead of worrying about something real re the wedding, I'm focusing my anxiety on something I can handle because it doesn't actually matter.
Anyone else doing this? Focusing on dumb stuff? Like worrying a total stranger might not like her shoes?
Please, tell me to get a grip!