Marc
Splat-a-tat-tat
I've been plagued lately by a rash of people that believe it's okay to walk out in front of my car while I am, indeed, in motion. No. Never. In Chicago the other night it was a tall, skinny female with bags. Today it was a short, fat kid with a backpack, and a medium-sized, medium-build female with nothing. No reason. Just a step off the curb before they looked, and here I am in the car freaking out, praying that they stop because I know I won't have enough time to.
Ugh.
All I've been thinking about lately are these two weddings that I'm going to within the next month, and how strange it's going to be seeing best friends and ex-girlfriends tie the knot. I've been talking about it lately, too, and it's made me realize how incredibly not there I am at this point in my life. For the second wedding I'll be attending, I'll be ushering because I was asked to, and because I hooked the bride and groom up when I was seventeen (same age applies for her). That's ridiculous, it seems to me, though I know them both and I love them very much. It's just ... something doesn't fit. And I say this with only myself in mind. I have no doubts that those two cats will be able to make it work, cause they've been making it work for nearly seven years now, I suppose. So they'll be fine as long as they stay committed to each and whatnot, but still ... I just can't relate at all. And it seems like the more I get around, the more I hear about weddings and engagements and etc, etc. We're all so young, it seems to me. What's with the rush to the wedding chapel?
No offense if any of this applies to any of you. Especially you, Scoot. I sincerely wish anyone in that situation the best and hope they can stay happy for as long as they like.
Love and Peas.
Splat-a-tat-tat
I've been plagued lately by a rash of people that believe it's okay to walk out in front of my car while I am, indeed, in motion. No. Never. In Chicago the other night it was a tall, skinny female with bags. Today it was a short, fat kid with a backpack, and a medium-sized, medium-build female with nothing. No reason. Just a step off the curb before they looked, and here I am in the car freaking out, praying that they stop because I know I won't have enough time to.
Ugh.
All I've been thinking about lately are these two weddings that I'm going to within the next month, and how strange it's going to be seeing best friends and ex-girlfriends tie the knot. I've been talking about it lately, too, and it's made me realize how incredibly not there I am at this point in my life. For the second wedding I'll be attending, I'll be ushering because I was asked to, and because I hooked the bride and groom up when I was seventeen (same age applies for her). That's ridiculous, it seems to me, though I know them both and I love them very much. It's just ... something doesn't fit. And I say this with only myself in mind. I have no doubts that those two cats will be able to make it work, cause they've been making it work for nearly seven years now, I suppose. So they'll be fine as long as they stay committed to each and whatnot, but still ... I just can't relate at all. And it seems like the more I get around, the more I hear about weddings and engagements and etc, etc. We're all so young, it seems to me. What's with the rush to the wedding chapel?
No offense if any of this applies to any of you. Especially you, Scoot. I sincerely wish anyone in that situation the best and hope they can stay happy for as long as they like.
Love and Peas.
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