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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Sunday, August 01, 2004

I talked to an old friend today. We went to high school together, but I don't really see him any more except through summer hockey games. He played his usual balls-to-the-walls style, and in our post-game chat he told me he was getting married. This revelation came as a shock, and I'm pretty sure I stood there and stared at him with a dumb look on my face.

Marriage. Synonyms include: permanence, adulthood, end of youth. Sure, he's been with this girl since we were in high school, and they love each other very much. I just couldn't comprehend how he could embrace the above synonyms at the ripe old age of 22. I felt like he was moving to Latvia or something. I felt like the person I knew him as was no more, and that was the strangest feeling of all.

I have heard similar horror stories from other elders, mostly 23-26 year-old recent grads looking for a job. Hey, kid this is life. The line between The Good Times and The Rest of Your Life isn't a line, it doesn't exist. You party for a few years, then all of a sudden, you wake up, you're thirty, married, and you have to act like an adult. I laugh half-heartedly, because I know that won't be me, but fear that it might very well be me.

I don't have a problem with marriage. It's just one of many signals for something more significant, the end of youth. No staying out late? No drinking to excess? No more hitting on random women simply for entertainment? These are the hallmarks of Generation Twenty-Something, the hallmarks of my life. Would I, could I trade all that for a wife and a job? For a white picket fence and a minivan? Not in a million lifetimes. Now shut up and give me another beer.

As I've said before, these are the best times of our lives. I don't look forward to the end of these years, but I know the time will come. Until then eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow it may all be over.

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