OK, not really. My good friend's wedding is tomorrow evening. He and I and our brothers all grew up together. They lived two houses behind us, and it was almost like having two families you belonged to. When we got in trouble, any one of the four parents could dicipline us. We weren't safe anywhere. Usually your friend's mom won't get you in trouble. But Mrs. Talkington was like a second mom.
Us four boys and the two dads were all in the Scouts together. Greg and I are the same age, Daniel (my bro) 3 years younger, and Grant a year younger than Daniel. Greg and I played soccer and baseball together up until around 6th grade or so. We all went to the same high school, and Grant was the only one not in band every year.
Every time I see Greg, it's like we just continue from where we left off last time. It's like no time has passed at all. On the one hand, that's cool cause we're so comfortable with each other. But on the other hand, I sometimes feel like we're not very close. We never talk about very personal things, but now that we're older I think we do more.
Anyway, Greg's getting married tomorrow. It makes me feel weird when I think that I am old enough to have a REAL job. I am old enough to be married. I am old enough to have a kid. I'm not supposed to be that old yet. I'm still a "young adult." It just feels weird. It's not right. ...Yet.
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