An End to Innocence

Well, it's finally happened.

Two of my friends, one I've known since middle school and her long-time boyfriend, have gotten engaged. They loved together, lived together, and now they're getting married because it's a wonderful display of grossness and affection.

Oh, and did I mention she's not even pregnant?

See, that's the deciding factor in this becoming the end of my childhood. Someone I went to school with, who is well-educated and financially stable(ish–come on, we're still entry-level), is getting married because she wants to, not because she has to, as has been the case with a couple friends and about 8/9ths of my family for the last 30 years.

Oh, sure, I've had friends do this before, but it was always someone's older sister, or a Facebook post for someone I haven't spoken to since we parted ways after 10th Grade English.

Or, like I said, BABIES HAPPENED.

No more. We are now part of the age group that has jobs and apartments and dogs and gets married because we love somebody and don't even care about the crazy tax breaks.

Look at these responsible bastards.

I thought I was done with all that "So when are you getting married??" B.S. after my younger cousin got knocked up and the line of succession skipped me.

Jeeze, I think I need to go lie down. And then go eat about four boxes of Cocoa Puffs out of a salad bowl and throw water ballons at passing cars or something