you throw a bridal shower for something you don't feel like celebrating. you act like a good girl, but in fact... you're not. you are a volcano.
you're dormant now, but there's stuff percolating. you have frustration, anger, rage, and jealousy building up inside you.
this whole good girl routine, the smile that you paste on your face... it's just a mask. when you finally can't take it anymore of the things around you and you will explode... oh, it's going to be fantastic.
who doesn't want to watch a volcano explode, huh?