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Jen says I'm shutting down mentally.
She's right. I don't care anymore. I'm going through the motions, I'm making the calls that I need to, I'm hitting all the high points. But overall, I'm done. And I'm darn near giddy with not caring.
She asked me what else needed to be done for the wedding... and I parroted back to her what everyone's been telling me, "Nothing... we're finished." We have dresses (okay, we've ordered dresses), Leon's got a suit, we have a preacher... we've got a caterer, invites are addressed. Everything else? Heck with it. Who cares? If it's not done by now, it doesn't matter anyway, right? Oh... like... the entire ceremony, music, and eight billion other things aren't done? Bah. Like someone's gonna notice. They'll just think I'm white so it's weird, and my family will just think it's black so it's weird. I couldn't care less.
No, this does not bode well.
She keeps telling me that I can't shut down. Wanna bet?
I sure as shit can. I'm really quite good at it. I can function well enough, and mentally not give a damn about anything. It's amazingly freeing. I don't know why everyone else hasn't developed this skill.
She says I can't, but I can. It's a bit selfish of her, really. =) She thinks as my best friend/family/maid of honor... that she'll be expected to do anything I don't. BAH. I don't expect her to do anything. I don't expect ANYone to do anything. They haven't up to now, why would I expect something now?? That'd be really stupid. Anything I don't, either Brandan can do--I paid her... or to hell with it. Who cares anyway??!?
This is bad. I know this is bad. It's almost an out-of-body thing, a little person on my shoulder going, "Ummmm, Sage? Not good, hon... not good." I know it, it's not that I don't know it. I just don't feel it.
I... ...I just don't care.
And I can't care. When I start to think about one part of the wedding, or the house, or the moving, or the packing... ...and on and on and on. I'm me... I think about all of it. All at the same time.
And I drown. I just drown in it all. All those decisions, all that thinking, and worrying and wondering. And I only have a month, month and a half if I really wanna push it out longer.
Good God!! (and I've tried the "let go and let God" thing. It doesn't work for me, I suck at anything religious. I really really do. And that stresses me out a whole crapload, too.) (hell, what doesn't!?)
If I think, I'm near tears. Constantly. Sooo... just don't think. And it's all little pittly crap. There's just so so so MUCH of it. And I drown. You can drown in grains of corn, if there's enough of them. (Jen and I got into an arguement over that--she doesn't believe me when I said that people do that every year... literally drown in small things.)
I feel like I want to (note I didn't say I do want to) drive my car into a tree, or take something to sleep forever, or slit my wrists, or , or , or. At least then I wouldn't have to think about everything all at once. One act, one decision, and the rest just fades to black.
(No, not a cry for help... not really... wanna help me? Paint my house. =p I'm too much of a wimp for suicide. I'd mess it up somehow, and end up worse off. I know this already. Plus, I'm too curious, I wanna know how everything turns out.)
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