Monday, 14 November 2011
Weddings & Phobias...
As a little girl I remember being dressed up in dowdy and sometimes horrid outfits and joined the flower girl or little bride parade. I must have loved it. I probably thrived on it as i got to wear the heels that I loved so much. I had big feet so by age 8 I got my first sling back nude heels. Size 38. Most of all, I am sure my mum was keen to show off her only daughter as I must have played the flower girl role to at least half a dozen of my aunts' weddings. I will never forget one in 1988. I remember that one especially because I was dressed up in the most hideous dress ever. It was fuchsia pink and black stripes and it had cheap black lace on the collar. I made a decision early in life that I didn't want to have a bridal train. I was clearly traumatized.
As the years went on weddings lost their flair. I come from a large family and I had to be there for almost every function. Then out of the blue I just stopped attending Weddings/Christenings altogether. Even that of relatives.
Over the weekend I tried to re-collect all the weddings I have been to over the last 10 years. There has been at least 4 weddings annually between my friends and family and I have barely attended any. I have missed my closest friends weddings. Travelling to another town/state for a wedding is actually a big deal for me. To give you an idea, I have missed the weddings of 3 half sisters and I deliberately didn't go for my dad's remembrance (even though all my siblings went0. My excuse?. I just didn't want to be there. I am good at NOT giving any explanations. I also hate going to children's birthdays. Concerts are a No No. I wont call it a social phobia as I don't mind going to bars/restaurants with friends or alone as I can just zone out and pretend we are the only ones in the room. When aso-ebi matter enter, count me out!
Anyway, now i think its posing as a problem I have missed about 3 weddings this year and missed the fourth last Saturday and have decided I wont miss the next weekend as a mate is getting married and I should be there for him. I know I am scared of something. Sometimes I feel I will be judged. Sometimes I fear to start the aproko conversations that some busy-body Nigerian invetebrates engage in about why you are not married/have a baby etc. Why are these people even invited anyway? Surely, one of life's enigmas! Maybe part of me is secretly envious of their happiness. Maybe I am running away from something. The rate at which things are going, no one will show up for my wedding.