"I've come attuned to her various quirks... eccentricities... bugaboos.... bête noirs... night terrors. "
I'm fairly sure Niles had more than an inkling as to Mel's character, and if he said that much to Frasier, there must have been more going through his mind.
Sometimes I think life's a dream. Sometimes, everything happens so quickly, I'm almost certain that I'm having some strange nightmare, because nothing else is compacted tight enough to fit an eight-hour period of time. That's how life's been for me lately. Everything has been so terribly fast-paced...
For example, I found out a couple of weeks ago that Dr. Crane's brother is in love with me. Since then, everything has gone completely out of my control. I find myself thinking of him constantly, worrying about my impending marriage to Donny, trying to convince myself that I can go through with the marriage because I do love Donny. Because he's the man I've always wanted. And yet, Dr. Crane is still lurking in the back of my mind.
My wedding is in three days, and I'm not sure I'll be happy with the groom.
This sounds so ridiculous! Even though Dr. Crane has always been so kind to me, and has always cared for my well-being, I have no idea how I feel towards him at all! I still have a vision of him as a friend... Or maybe I don't, and I'm too terrified to admit it.
These are very strange thoughts, as I'm laying in the dark, completely by myself. I wish someone were around that I could talk to. Someone who could convince me of one thing or the other, because I've always hated being caught between two things, and I'm growing so tired of having my thoughts jump from Donny to Dr. Crane so rapidly...
But I always feel more comfortable thinking about Dr. Crane.
And quite frankly, I have no idea of what to do.
I woke up this morning thinking everything was a dream. I thought I was in bed at home, completely alone. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Mel, and I was reminded of everything that had transpired.
I don't regret things, really. After all, Mel does take my mind off of Daphne, which will be especially helpful when we go out for her wedding. But I just can't help thinking that I'm doing something wrong here. Mel, although rather pushy, can be quite nice if she wants to. There is, however, something that bothers me about her party faces, and her fake laughs, and her false interest in other people's boring stories...
It just doesn't seem very... real.
She is a plastic surgeon, of course, which means she isn't really accustomed to showing the truth. I just wish she would try not to lie so much.
We're going home later this morning. Back to Seattle, and to wedding plans, and to Daphne.
And I'll have to think of Mel.