When you hit a certain point in your 20s, everyone around you starts to get married, for no apparent reason and without any warning.
This is first cute, then alarming, like Justin Bieber. First you go to one wedding. “This is nice,” you say to yourself. “Open bar!” Then suddenly it’s like popcorn kernels. Several start popping at once. Poofy white things surround you, along with the vague smell of burning. “This is fine,” you say to yourself. “They are my friends and I am happy for them! Open bar!” Then by your sixth or seventh you become the disgruntled person wandering from table to table in unsteady new heels muttering that “You know, all relationships end in break-ups or in death.” On the bright side you stop being invited shortly after that.
- Alexandra Petri, injecting some truth into the tired graduation tips list
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AMAZING.
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jodilyn said:
although, alternatively, i feel like after my relationship ended, so did a lot of other people’s (four in the last 2 months). interesting how this age-range works.
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