So last night, someone I knew from way back - my family is friends with hers, she was friends with my sister, our parents still get together a couple times a year... - posted something on Facebook that ended up on my front page when I got home and looked. I hadn't talked with her in years, so I threw her a "Hey, we haven't talked in forever. How are you doing?" We've chatted a little today, and she asked a question that I actually found really interesting.
She asked why I didn't invite her to my wedding.
And no, it actually isn't as ominous to me as it may sound. I thought about it, and answered her, and the answer actually ended up being that in my mind, I was still - even now, 9 years or whatever after the wedding - "Sarah's Little Brother" to her and not "Robin", and because of it, she wouldn't have been interested. No good reason for it - she's never told me that or anything. Just my own, quiet, subconscious assumption in my head.
So... Thank you. It's an insight into myself I'd never had before, and I appreciate your bringing it to my attention. :)
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