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 lullaby, when I want to calm down, I listen to it on 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. 👴🏻
