Jul 29, 2010 21:10
Call me callous, call me cold...
but it amazes me how I am able to move around people
(but not necessarily memories of them).
In my wedding planning, I have been forced to pick and choose those of which I want to come here.
And also, to be fair, those of which I realize appreciate me, but not enough to go through the effort of coming.
Time fades even the most gallant and joyous of times.
People change.
And I realize life has its constraints.
The world suddenly shrinks around me during these times.
And I am not sadder for it.
Maybe older...
Maybe more grown up.
Maybe that is what this process is all about.
Call it a generational gap.
Good manners. Self consciousness.
Whatever.
My mother is a different person.
Maybe she is better for it.
Maybe she is just kidding herself.
I won't know until I die and I am left alone with my memories of people that have long since come and gone.
All I am saying is:
I have no idea who half the people are that she is inviting to my wedding.
And that really bothers me on a deep level.
Relatives or not.