I realized today that half of my high school class has reproduced and now they are getting married. In that order. Half of that half will probably be divorced by the time I actually get around to getting married and/or reproducing. In three years, at various ten year reunions, several will have kids in elementary school.
On a cattier note, a lot of people, guys and girls, got fat. Which seems wrong and slightly insensitive to observe, but it's just not really what I'm used to, especially when my social circle, aside from maybe three of my girlfriends - and only two shop in plus size, is full of fit thin people. I still wear pants I wore in high school when I was sixteen.
I don't even really know who I would invite to my wedding from where I grew up, other than the really obvious. Mostly, people from the last few years of college and from summer camp.
I ask myself if I can cast it in some pastoralism, if I could ever envy it.
A short answer: not really.
I'm curious about it, because it's totally different from the past seven years of my life. I wonder if they look at my pictures the same way I look at theirs: like it's something foreign. I wonder if they look at mine at all.
But dude, I totally got the better deal.
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