“This is Hira Saiyed. She’s getting married next month”
“Oh my god! Really?! How does it feel?”
I don’t know how to answer this question. “I’m f-ing petrified” isn’t going to make this conversation any easier. And she won’t really put me on the stand and demand the truth- regardless of how incapable of handling it she is, or I am.
Why do people insist on asking these questions? It’s not like they’re in the least interested in how I feel. Just say ‘Congratulations” and talk about the weather; I won’t think any less of you. To be honest, I won’t think of you at all. I’ve got a lot more going on.
Like getting married.
What can I compare getting married to?
Leaving the country?
Starting a new job?
Growing an extra arm?
All of them?
I want to go to sleep and wake up on November 7th. All of this will be over then. Somebody can sleepwalk me through my wedding- I’ll find out what happened when the pictures come.
Which reminds me Farooq- where are the pictures of Leena’s wedding?