I’m of the age of engagements, weddings, babies, and mortgages. The excitement of the real world is beating down on me as I see my friends one by one succumbing to the American Dream. I may sound cynical of my friends and I will admit at one point I was jealous of everyone moving forward in their lives, while I’m constantly starting over. Instead of feeling left behind, I’ve finally come to appreciate the direction and the time frame my life is going. Besides even if my life isn’t on the same path as my peers, it doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate in my friends good fortune. I was overjoyed for their engagements. I danced my butt off and drank at their open bar weddings. I’ve enjoyed tasty BBQ parties in their new homes and now I can get baby wasted with their little bundles of joy. Definition of baby wasted: Being joyfully overwhelmed with cuddles, snuggles, and the smell of babies to the point of intoxication.
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