So, tonight, I'm a little frazzled after some crazy deadlines and unrealistic expectations on the work side of the fence. People want to bend you till you break and then bend you some more and eventually, no matter how flexible you are.. you break.
So tonight, my remedy for heart ache, brain ache and just all round Seasonally Affected Disorder is to down a delightful red recommended by my lovely neighbourhood wine man and watch some trashy DVDs.
That was all going swimmingly until I decided to dip my toes into rom com territory - seriously that is sooo not me. A genre that I've always had reservations with. In some instances, men I've dated ( and married) have enjoyed that particular genre more than I have. I was thinking about why that was tonight as I watched the truly god awful Bride Wars. I am so grateful that I married and divorced in my twenties - even if my mother thinks that is what broke me. It wasn't. I was broken before that blip on the radar.
I'm glad I experienced the true shit fight that is bridezilla-dom and I'm hopeful that I will never visit that crazy town again. Not to say I don't value the idea of a committed relationship, just not the kind that makes you feel you should be committed to some other kind of institution. Mind you, recent dating history would suggest being non-committal can be just as fraught.
At the end of the day, a great dress just isn't worth it. My advice to girls in their twenties would be, get together, have a super great party, spend a few grand on an amazing outfit/makeup/hair and forgo all the other drama. You can thank me later.
That movie held up a mirror to how horrid and commercial and just plain gross the whole idea is. Run away and get married if you find someone amazing. Spend as little as possible and make it meaningful, perhaps then it might actually last, because you're thinking long term and not about party favours.
But what would this romantic failure know? Well I'm kind of an expert at failed romances, so perhaps I know of what I speak? Right now the high point of my life is my Friday morning kickboxing session - so cathartic- such pure, sweaty goodness. Tomorrow I plan to start my day in downward dog heaven with some yoga, donate blood to prove I care about others and then hang out with the most awesome girls around.The weekends are sooo much better than the weekday drudge and having my gorgeous, intelligent, fantastic friends around reminds me that this world isn't all gloom and doom.
Right now though, it is totally curl up with a book under the doona weather. The bonus of being single is that there are no distractions from that. Well except my relatives texting photos of their Euro vacation- next year its my turn!!
Good night mystery readers - wherever you may be.
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