Seasonal mating

Somehow someway marriage season has descended upon me. As happy as I am for the individual persons, I wish I could be happy for them at a distance, preferably with iron-cast excuses as to why I can't attend their wedding dinners/functions/surprise parties etc etc etc. This is hell on earth for a closet agoraphobe such as me. I have to keep reminding myself: it's not about me, it's not about me, it's not about me, so grin and bear it you stupid fish!