So. As we get older, our friends get picked off one by one… it’s due to natural process of plasmolysis. I’m misusing biology words. Please don’t learn from me.
Happy new year everyone! My first day of classes start early tomorrow, so technically I SHOULD be sleeping ASAP… but talking with some other friends about blogging got me both excited and nostalgic at the same time, so I thought I’d pop in here for a bit–I’ll try to keep it short. Continue reading
***Egocentric, insensitive whining alert! Do not read if you aren’t prepared for self-centred ramblings out of self-pity. America’s got it bad and all, but I don’t even have it in me to go there.***
First of all, I’m sure that if you’ve been following our blog — you probably realize that we’re not Americans. We’re Canadian, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t follow the 2016 US election with fervor. Unlike most Americans, however, I honestly was only disgusted by one candidate — your new President-elect Donald Trump.
We’re sitting in a comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts, after a long and exciting day out. I’m on my phone, smiling to myself as I flip through photos of the day and wishing that days like this could last forever–when he asks if we can make one stop on the way home. I glance up at him, wondering what he where he could possibly still want to go at this late hour, only to find that he’s staring back at me with an unreadable expression. Confused and wanting to get to the bottom of that look, I nod. He grins and turns to lead the way, one hand intertwined with mine, the other hand in his pocket clutching something out of my view…
… looking at that spontaneous write, I can’t tell if it’s actually cute, or if I’ve just lost my mind because of the stress of the past week. But yeah, that was supposed to be my take on what kind of proposal I’d wish for–despite the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend.
Since unforgivingathena attended her friend’s surprise proposal, Nyx thought that it’d be a good idea for us to share our ideal proposals. I think as I grow older, my ideal proposal will change but for the time being, this is it. (We’re totally getting ahead of ourselves when none of us even have boyfriends. It’s good to plan ahead right? Yeah, I’m just trying to convince myself that . . . yeah, no.)
Here we go!
Yesterday, one of our oldest and closest high school friend got engaged. I haven’t talked to her for a while, but she was just one of friends that I can pick up with at anytime. I honestly do love her, so I was willing to get off my super lazy ass and take the subway in 4 inch heels to help out with the proposal. I was regretting the 4 inch heels by the end of the night.
There were flower petals on the floor, pictures collages on the wall, candles, helium balloons, music, tacky golden ribbons, and champagne. Was great! Kinda. The proposal went great, he got down on one knee, she accepted and there was a lot of cheering and clapping and moments of awkward silence. Or rather, I thought it was awkward silence. I was happy for her. Honestly. But there was no other emotions throughout the whole process….. nothing. I came home and messaged our usual author group telling them that if one day I get proposed to… Please tell my future boyfriend… No candles. or Balloons. They’re tacky and waste money……
It also got us thinking, what our ideal proposal would be like. Thus, this post.