Nov 08, 2006 05:49
Okay, F-List. I just got off the phone with my dear Aunt Branwen--who called to tell me that when I'm abroad next week...(yay boats!) she'll be giving me my Yule present early, which would be great...except...
She's giving me a pair of gold bonding rings. Poesy ones at that! Okay, first of all, I never wear gold (which she knows) it just doesn't happen.
For those of you who don't know, bonding rings used to be used as wedding rings or to symbolise year-long handfastings. Nowadays some Fam. Trad. families still use them as promise rings, wedding bands, engagement rings, etc.
So...what is the point of giving me bonding rings when I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or even that many friends? The logic, I ask you...
So, I (politely) suggested this to Aunt Branwen, who told me that, and I quote, "True love comes when you least expect it"
Uh huh...thank you, Yoda.
And then she suggested I needed to stop pining after Giomannach. Yeah, Hullo? Not pining. I am in no way pining for him. It was almost five years ago. Geez. Make me some weepy Lady of Shallot why don'tcha.
So, getting given bonding rings with no romantic entanglements on the horizon--completely pointless or is Aunt Branwen right?
pressies,
accessories,
marriage,
romance,
outsanity,
idiocy,
standards,
giomannach,
family