Dream wedding

No it's not what you're thinking...

I dreamt last night about an impromptu wedding. It was all very sudden - for me but for everyone else it wasn't.

He showed me this dress and asked me to put it on. It was one of those British India kinda clothes. It was part of a set because then I noticed that he was wearing a similar outfit too.

Then after a bit everyone was ushering me to go get ready. 'It starts at 7 and you've only got 30 mins to spare!! M someone called out.

I rush to grab my dress, make up, perfume and ran out the door.

Then I realized - I have no make up artist, no photographer, no bridesmaids or maid of honor and probably no ring (I don't remember buying any).

As I sat there wondering, my alarm woke me up and damnit it's a frickin public holiday today and instead of sleeping in, I'm up by 8!

P/s: this is not the first time I've dreamt of a wedding like his. Weird eh?

How far will you go...?

Earlier I had complained to the pup that I had to write an advertorial for a client.

FYI advertorial = advertisement + editorial (meaning it's a paid written piece and not a paid space like an advertisement).

Now with my job, I get a lot of advertorials to write and create, and don't get me wrong but most of them are pretty fun and challenging. I get to do some about cars, paint, toothpaste and the list goes on. The fun part is that you actually get to convey a lot more information than an advertisement to people. The scary part is, depending on which magazine it is, there is a certain percentage of people who ACTUALLY trust these advertorials.

Unfortunately, I was handed one that pretty much went against my principles of how children should be brought up on.

I admit, I'm not a mother. I have no children, but I already know what rules my future children will have to abide to when it comes to respect, food and play. I have many nieces and nephews and I love them to bits, but I do disagree with some ways that my cousins bring them up.

Anyways, back to my case - I had to write an advertorial for a fast food place who wants to encourage mothers and families to bring their children over for a meal because they use 100% quality ingredients.

A key word I had to MAKE SURE never appeared in the advertorial - "healthy". I could

It really really bugged the crap out of me and it was one of my most challenging jobs ever because it was so hard to bring myself to actually write something convincing when I am totally against it.

It's like I'm telling people jumping off a building is fun.

Writing that piece really made me question my principles and ethics in writing...

Then it hit me... how far would you go, ethically in your work.

Sadly I went ahead because at the end of the day it's a job and I need my job. But I do cringe every time I see it...

Let it be, let it be, let it be...

I have this bad habit... of letting things fester... of putting others before myself.

And then I get pissed about it.

But I don't say anything and let the feeling pass.

Why?

Well, sometimes most times I feel that there's no point getting all worked up about stuff like these.

I'll get pissed. I'll say things I don't mean. I'll become this really angry little monster, which I don't enjoy... and for what?

Just to blow off a little steam?

Nah...

Earlier today, everything was pissing me off, up to a point where I just didn't want to look at anything.

So at the dinner table, I took my glasses off and just closed my eyes.

The pup asked "Are you ok?"

I gave the universal answer for 'leave me alone' "Yeah I'm fine, it's nothing."

He pressed on for a bit and it got to a point where I almost screamed at him and then he shut up.

What was I so pissed off about?

Mom - for telling me that same problem she has over and over again. I've offered so many solutions that I want to bang my head on the wall.

Pup - for being so bloody dependant on me. We were hungry. He knew what to order. Instead, he chose to sit there and play some games while I finish my convo with mom on the phone. When I was done, he just smiled at me and I had to walk all the way to the stall to order food.

Then it hit me, why am I constantly putting everyone else before myself?

Why doesn't anyone do it for me?

Not like it matters.

I'll still end up moping and letting it fester until it passes...