OF A GOLDEN AGE

sitting at carl and mel’s wedding today, between one of my best high school friends and one of my ex-boyfriends, i was steeped in thoughts and memories and feelings of growing up. when you sit at a wedding reception for one of the first people you met in college, worrying about your future career and thinking about which friends will be the next to marry, it’s as if the clouds open up and god smiles on you and says, welcome to being a grown-up. welcome to the next fifty years or more of sweating everything all the time.

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