I've been feeling this for awhile, but I've feared confessing will bring animosity to my name.
Serendipitously, "Wedding Planner" was on at the gym Saturday morning, reinforcing my decision to confess.
I don't want to plan a wedding.
Every little girl dreams of her wedding her entire life, right? Not me.
I have planned more parties and events than I could even attempt to count. I even plan events for a living. Event planning = stress/work.
If I'm planning a party, like my annual "A Christmas Story" pajama party, no one expects anything other than friends, free food, and a good movie. If the ***t hits the fan, oh well! Expectations are, oh, just a little different for a wedding.
What do I want for my wedding, you ask?
I want a groom. That's a given.
And I want a pretty dress.
I could care less about all of the pomp and circumstance...I don't even like cake! I seriously might break down with an anxiety attack. If someone wants to pay for a wedding planner and have them do all of it? Great, I'm all over it, but I certainly can't afford to pay for that kind of arrangement.
Friends and parents on both sides will surely not be okay with my lack of desire for wedding day party "bliss." I would be all over an informal gathering at a later date for celebrating, however, I will surely be a part of planning some elaborate event that will stress me to the max and taint what everyone builds up to be the "best day of your life." If I have a groom that is NID (not into details), well, he better start getting ID (into details) quickly or he will find himself lacking a bride - I can almost guarantee I'm as uninterested as him. The bride traditionally plans things because she's the one who cares. And I don't. The whole thing wreaks of stress.
Or maybe I'll just never get married. That would solve that problem. I've done good at this thus far...