From a young childish adult perspective.
All of my friends are settling down They’re only kids but they’re married now
— Kygo
Google Music says that I’ve listened to that song 135 times. It’s like a lullaby, when I want to calm down, I listen to it on a loop. There’s truth in that verse though.
I’m almost 30. In the meantime, one of my best friends changed country and alphabet, met a girl, married her and had his first child — all this in under 365 days. I have a deep #respect for him. He has a lovely family and an epic story to tell.
I have a group of friends that I only get to see at events or birthdays. Since I don’t follow Facebook, I have a big information gap between encounters. When we actually meet our conversations sound like this:
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Me: Hey! How are you doing?
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Friend A: I’m fine, I got married last year.
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Friend B: I’m holding on, I’m on month 4 of my pregnancy.
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Me: OK. 😶
It’s a strange feeling, when people that you have known since forever as a couple actually get married. And then a year later you see her with a big belly. I know it’s the circle of life, but still…
And then I think:
…at some point they discussed the idea of having kids
And then my mind wanders:
*…at some point they f**ed each other… like
#NoFilter*
I think too much. (And act too little)
The clock is ticking.
Me? I’m just waving with an elderly smile and a childish mind. 👴🏻
