So I'm a bride to be...and more than that, I'm a persian/american/japanese bride to be. Well...since I know what is expected of American weddings, and since I'm just going to lightly make it Persian, Akira and I have decided that certain major accents of the decor, food, and dress change (from gown (American) to reception (Japanese) to honeymoon (....pornstar?) ) be Japanese. Well...that's a great idea right? Except Akira has only gone to one wedding and is a man, therefore has zero interest in anything wedding related. So I've taken it upon myself and my trusty Japanese girl friends to handle this so that his mother won't dive bomb me during the reception.
This has lead me to random parts of the day (since lately all I've been doing is posting ads and light accounting at work) to research what a Japanese bride is expected to do for her inlaws and husband since I figured that was the only thing I really need to know since it isn't exactly a Japanese wedding. Well I started reading about the wedding dress...which seemed really pretty except for the head dress which I find extremely unflattering. So...being nosy...I looked it up since everything in Japan seems to have some kind of story behind it.
And I found out that the head dress is so ugly because it's suppose to hide the "horns of Jealousy" and it goes on to talk about an old folk tale and how jealous women turn into demons ect...
Well...first I got pissed off considering that Japanese men seem to almost always have affairs...it's natural to be jealous, in fact, it's down right impossible not to be unless you're having an affair too....(my biggest fear is being added to this stat) and then I went through a long rant in my head on Japan's sick sex industry and well...by the end of the day, I drove home pissed off.
I was mad because I'm a very jealous woman, and since Akira is pretty honest (by default of not being very savy with the ladies I think) about who he finds pretty or not, I've always been in fear of any blonde that walks within a mile radius from Akira because I know he'll stare (luckily he hasn't done this in front of me because I do actually smack him..or the one time I did catch him). Then I started to get jealous of his two coworkers (including the sweet one) and just started stewing over how mean it was that Akira told me that even though I wasn't a blonde that he still loved me (by comparing me to a toyota instead of a ferrari *btw I'm at LEAST a top of the line Merecedes...or a used Bently*) and that yes if there is a tiny blond in the group he would be more inclined to look at her. SO...even though this was said a year ago when he had no clue that I could hold a grudge for forever...I sat there sipping my wine and staring at the makings for dinner thinking about how unfair and how ugly the head dress was and how it would be a cold day in hell before I put something like that on.
The poor guy had no clue what kind of crazy he was coming home to.
So as I throw dinner around from pot to pan to dish and my sips have now turned into cups, Akira comes home and flopps himself and his briefcase on the couch at about 11pm....3 hours late from his ETA that he told me. Lucky for me, I've learned to not start cooking until he calls me on his way home, in which this time I quized him about said coworkers and then hung up to a very confused and I'm sure, slightly scared, Akira. Akira, for the most part, has learned to ignore me until he figures out why I'm crazy at said time. So...he starts with what made me think he wasn't really working the past three hours. And I snapped by asking if Blond A or Blond B were there at the office. And he said no, he was the only one. Then I snapped asking if he was distracted by Blond B and that's why he had to stay late to work. This usually comes with a roll of eyes which can trigger a super massive fight or a sigh with a please don't insult my love for you by not trusting me talk which in turn makes me feel gulity. He chose the gulit one, which worked and shut me up because I knew I was going crazy for no reason anyway. So I served dinner and was secertly praying for my sanity to return when he finally takes my hand and askes me what's wrong.
So I started telling him how I was researching bridal attaire and how I didn't like the head dress (that got sad eyes) and how I have the horns of jealousy and that maybe he'd be better off with a Japanese girl because I'm such a jealous woman that it was just damn near a stupid point. Akira just looked at me, Horns of Jealousy? He asked tilting his head...and then he quickly grabbed the ipad and translated it and started laughing. Well at this point I was near tears...one because the chicken was too dry and two because I had looked up something he didn't even know about.
Then he hugged me (cause we were eating on the floor) and he told me that he was so sorry for being so stupid at the start of our relationship, and that yes I shouldn't be jealous, but not because it could turn me into a demon but because he loves me so much that no other woman or person could ever make him think otherwise. Then I asked him if he wished I was blond and he told me that now that I stopped dying my hair black and allowed to be all natural now (a reddish brown since mom is a strawberry blond and dad has black hair) that it was the prettiest color he's ever seen and that he didn't see any horns anywhere in it.
This was a few weeks ago, but since it's on my mind I decided to write about it.
The link that started my maddness
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marriage_in_Japan
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