Nightmare

It was a literal nightmare. Even till now, I am running through the sequences of the ceremony. Did I do anything incorrectly? Did I snatch the certificate? I don't know, something's blanking the memory out. I freaked out. How could I ever let myself into that situation, I cannot figure it out. At the back of my mind, I am doing something stupid, something ridiculous that will make me a total laughingstock. Maybe slip and fall or something. And I am afraid. I am afraid my hair is too long, my moustache showing, my breath too smelly. Everything is horrendous. Save me.

Heresy

I have not counted on doing what came naturally to me: to flare up in the face of discomfort. The heat and the seconds the clock was ticking away was maddening and frustrating, an anathema to what I hold dear, a heresy to my principles. And I forgot the simple act of excusing myself in that fakingly, gallant way I affect to oil the social links. Sickening. So now I face the consequences and bear the stigma I remembered so well. That brings memories I stifled for so long, memories that do not tolerate the light of day, but ever skulking in the shadows of my mind. But now exposed, it is a heresy.