<![CDATA[For the last week, stress has been slowly building, and in many instances, I've had to pull myself away from productivity, and deal with it. Dealing with it is rather annoying, because I pull myself away, and often talk to myself. Sometimes in a mirror, sometimes in the open room, sometimes just right at my desk. I imagine the computer is the source of my stress, or my work, then my lack of actual real-world friends around me. Then it comes full circle, and I return to work knowing that the stress isn't real... only to fall for the illusion once again later when something else comes up, like a major event potentially being canceled after our wedding due to other issues with people who are essential to it going smoothly, or even happening at all.
Money is usually the source of this stress, and today is no exception. Although I have a minor medical condition that causes me physical pain and stuff daily (which will hopefully be totally gone in 2 weeks), money always finds a way to trump it. It's like an annoying brat of a child that craves my attention. This is especially true as it's right before my wedding. You see, weddings are supposed to be joyous occasions filled with happiness, celebration, and love. They are a time when you surround yourself with the people in your life that mean a great deal to you, or that you believe would be fun to have around for your big event. You gather as many of these people as can make it, provided your budget can handle it, and then have a good time.
But that's not really what my wedding is shaping up like for me. At least, not in my mind. In my mind, the experience of this wedding, or at least the planning of it, makes the appearance of a wedding look very different than what I thought of before. There's far more weight put into the costs of things than originally anticipated, from simple things like chair covers, to what to offer people for the freakin rehearsal dinner, which at this point I don't even care about anymore. When that happens, many of the things I do care about, start to become affected, which just brings my level of mental stability down even more.
The problem with me (and I say this acknowledging that it's a problem) is that when I get frustrated about things like this to a certain extent, I stop caring about them completely. It's no longer worth my effort, I don't care, whatever. That's how I feel about things right this moment, and that sucks because it's very important still to many other people (and my wife). I have several minor issues happening at the same time, several parts of my plans starting to go astray from the goal, several people simultaneously telling me things and asking me questions that now I no longer want to deal with as a result.
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