Pretty Glittering Chokeholds

Rings.

Big, shiny, disgustingly diamond-studded rings on all three fingers surrounding me. They're platinum settings and ginormous princess cut centers were blinding me all the way home. And on fingers ranging from my age to middle age no less.

But...

The thought of wearing one? Now? Like if I were to get one tomorrow? Well, I think it would go something like this:

*cough*
*choke*
*hyperventilate*
*faint*
*mild heart attack*
*come to*
*panic attack*
*unable to breath*
*faint again*
*come to*
*left over feeling of anxiety and pressure*
*nearly repeat from beginning*

Well, if this were literally to happen to me tomorrow I'd simply say "What the fuck? Outta my face psycho." b/c I'm single so that would just be weird. ANYWAYS, my point is: at this point in my life the thought of marriage is absolutely binding and suffocating and crazy. To think I was obsessed with getting married and stuff with Rach is suddenly a thing of the distant past. Once the ambitious career-driven part of me took over I realized settling down is absolutely not in the books for me for quite some time to come. The wedding game is more fun to fantasize about in the notion of a big grand party where everything is all about you and people dote on you and give you lots of presents and you get to look really pretty. I should just have a birthday. ;)P

Perhaps I was wanting to be part of the "club" of couples that I have lost so many of my friends to. Oh well. The downside to being in that club is WAY greater than the benefits. So me for one, I am staying clear.

And being surrounded by all those rings glittering in my face just made me scared.

I can't wait to be in entertainment, boo-yah!!!