…Now it’s back again…
It’s official: the first friend in my high school graduating class is now engaged.
Big flippin’ deal, right? Basically.
However– I cannot help but see some significance in this event. This friend is engaged, as opposed to, say, the father of an unplanned child. Or, perhaps, opposed to the far-too-typical, overzealous, self-obsorbed guy (douchebag) that fervently believes he’s in a committed relationship with someone.
Neg. Not this guy.
It’s the real deal. No fucking around. Engaged.
I’m not old. I won’t even suggest that I’m old*.
Pop
Old people know what the fuck’s up. I’m not old. The old don’t wish away their days quite as readily as I seem to.
Pop
(I wonder if I can make this post look disgustingly long by popping all the damn time?)
But seriously. When does “then” become “now?” And when did “now” become then?”
Two birds of the same feather, two peas in a pod, two tweets from the same twat. These fools travel in packs.
Pop.
