love and guns
i’m sitting on my couch enjoying a new castle. i’m facebook browsing (never stalking) and i stumble upon another childhood friend who got married this past weekend. can everyone please just slow life down a little bit? we’ve just finished college and, yes, we’re all getting jobs that pay much better than our lives as busboy’s and sandwich artists at subway, but come on! it’s the rest of your life! ups and downs and all this shit can be avoided if you just delay the inevitable. yes..we’re all going to “settle down” (i hate that term because it sounds like we’re wild fucking horses…i take that back. we are. or i am, at least) one day, but 23? bitch please. maybe it’s the fact that i know that i have a long road ahead of me. maybe it’s the fact that i’m selfish. maybe it’s the fact that i have a whole fucking world to explore, and babies crying in the other room or some spouse telling me i’ve lost my mind when i up and decide i want to change career paths or move just doesn’t sound appealing to me right now. i want what every human wants, don’t get me wrong. love and family are important. i just want people to be happy and not throw away their dreams. i know that throwing this argument to those who are married at 23 would only give birth to the predictable rebuttal that they didn’t sacrifice their dreams or whatever…but if they haven’t now they will. my sister and brother-in-law were married when they were 30. most of their friends who married young are now either divorced or just, overall, miserable. why? because they missed out on what could have been the most excellent decade of their life: their 20s.
