Wedding Guest was borne out of a “What the fuck am I gonna wear to this ceremony?” panic attack two hours before my friend’s little sister’s wedding, for which I’d purchased no new clothes in the hopes that it would force me to be chill and relaxed as I casually “threw something on” when it was time to go. As if I could ever be chill!!!!!!!! Being perceived is excruciating, especially if you can’t go person to person explaining why you look like that. I’d go to a lot more stuff if I knew I could take each person aside and explain to them why I look and dress the way I do.
