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Since I was already at what I thought was a high level of Stabby Weepy RAEG anyway over the arbitrary cruelty of potentially having my meager gardening activities curtailed, I stayed up all night to watch the royal wedding coverage.
I was not, I discovered, at that high a level of Stabby Weepy RAEG. Yet.
Now, I don't have anything against the couple or their families, I'm sure they're perfectly nice people who actually are at least sort of aware of how abnormal their lives are compared to most people's. The thing that had me shouting back at the telly by 2:10 was the part where I couldn't help but sit there thinking and my neighbors object to me throwing a few seeds in the ground. The contrast between just the thought of two people having enough control over their lives to say "hey, let's get married", and living a life with no ability to affect what becomes of you... well, I only managed to stuff that brainweasel back under the metaphorical sofa when I had to wake Mum up at 5 for the actual ceremony. And it's still making the your existence is not wanted why don't we just go play in traffic noises from under there. Big time.
On a side note, I did manage to keep it together enough to observe a moment where Inner Trevor threw a wobbly about the proceedings, and surprisingly it was A) not at all about what I would have thought it would be over, and B) actually the missing part of the context for a scene I was already planning. Which was... interesting.
I was not, I discovered, at that high a level of Stabby Weepy RAEG. Yet.
Now, I don't have anything against the couple or their families, I'm sure they're perfectly nice people who actually are at least sort of aware of how abnormal their lives are compared to most people's. The thing that had me shouting back at the telly by 2:10 was the part where I couldn't help but sit there thinking and my neighbors object to me throwing a few seeds in the ground. The contrast between just the thought of two people having enough control over their lives to say "hey, let's get married", and living a life with no ability to affect what becomes of you... well, I only managed to stuff that brainweasel back under the metaphorical sofa when I had to wake Mum up at 5 for the actual ceremony. And it's still making the your existence is not wanted why don't we just go play in traffic noises from under there. Big time.
On a side note, I did manage to keep it together enough to observe a moment where Inner Trevor threw a wobbly about the proceedings, and surprisingly it was A) not at all about what I would have thought it would be over, and B) actually the missing part of the context for a scene I was already planning. Which was... interesting.