I've been in my fair share of weddings. I have no problem wearing crazy things or going to crazy events or handling crazy relatives in those instances. You love the bride- or groom-to-be. It is their day. You do what they want you to do. Luckily, I've had very reasonable friends and no ugly dresses. Well, if you don't count the pink taffeta one--in all fairness it was the '80s and I think I even liked it back then.
I don't really like people telling me what to do. It makes me want to do the opposite (i.e., wear white and maybe a veil, carry some flowers. Or wear black but look like a hooker or maybe go Goth.). But I won't. As much as it bothers me, I'm the kind of person who sticks to the rules. I'll wear black. I'll look appropriate.
The thing is, the person who is getting married is a relative. She is, of course, younger than I am (this happens frequently now). When we were growing up she was the pretty one. I was the smart one. Don't get me wrong, I love being the smart one in any group. And no one said I was ugly or had "a good personality." It just would have been nice to hear someone other than my mother compliment my appearance growing up. It has given me issues. And then because of other issues, it bothers me that this bothers me. Sigh...this is what you get when you major in psychology. So not only do I have to wear black but I need a dress that says "I'm not just smart, I'm pretty." :o) Oh, and did I mention that I don't have a date and my relatives are worrying about me because I'm still single?