This Time of Year
It took me an interval of twenty minutes to start writing this line from the last one because as I'm typing this, I'm chatting with my grandmother, well, more like answering her countless questions one how's my life been since I last saw her more than a year ago. This is the first time I've been with her with no one else around us for more than 10 years and I'm going to cherished this moment as I might be unable to get this much of an opportunity again.
I liked Christmas this year. There was less 'hurrah'. With me being the estranged one, there's also less relatives to deal with. At least for Christmas.
Sideline: And my grandmother just ask me when will I get married?
With my cousin getting her long postponed wedding tomorrow, I would have to face relatives that I barely know. Again, because as I'm the estranged one. You can't run away from family; at least that's what they say. I know a distant relative that have thus far succeeded (and his distant dad is sitting a 20 feet away from me), but I'm in no place to judge what happened.
I dislike weddings, never liked them. Probably one day when it's one of my close friends walking down the isle and I'm the guy who's forced to throw the lucky bastard a bachelor party and....running through those scenarios in my head...NO! I think I might still hate weddings. Not the idea of marriage, just weddings, the ceremony.
Unless it's a small one for close friends and family (those who matter anyways) then I'll be up to it.
All this wedding talk brought me to a ruse so I'm going to stop while I'm still young to think about this crap.
