My best-friend from high school sent me a Facebook message yesterday that she got engaged and was hoping I would be there at the wedding.
My best-friend from high school. We haven’t really been in touch over the years but I guess it was a very nice gesture on her part. Because I could imagine, a time like this you would want to share with your closest.
And this is the time you miss all the people who were amazing but you lost touch with them or they stopped responding to your messages. And then you IM them (the ones who did not respond) things like this just to rub it in their faces.
And Ali got engaged. Asad got married. Sehrish is getting married this March and another colleague of the same name got engaged too. It’s a good time to be a Sehrish I guess.
And my eldest first cousin too. Kind of.
I think this is the time that Mum talked about. When I told her that this marriage thing that people talk about doesn’t excite me at all (which is a result of the trauma-tization of the divorce, of course) she said that there will come a time everyone will start to get engaged and married and I would feel left out.
Me, left out. Can you imagine?
I don’t feel left out.
I just feel like everyone’s getting married. Like, fucking everyone. The kid who learned to walk yesterday probably has someone lined up for them too.
In our beautiful country, this is also a wonderful possibility.
I’m kidding. I think they banned child marriages.