Alright, when did friends become necessary?
I’m twenty-two years old. Half of my friends decided to hit the road for the big city when they threw their graduation caps into the air. The other half, well, they have either moved or become mothers.
Tonight, I went out to dinner with my in-laws to a pretty “hip” restaurant/bar and I watched as all the people my age threw back the Jager Bombs and Buds. And I was sitting … at a table with my husband, my sister in law, my father in law, and my one and a half year old nephew. I have to say that many times throughout the dinner, I heavily sighed and wondered if I was missing out on my youth by sitting in the non-smoking section, silently yelling at the fun people to shut up so I can enjoy my fifty cent boneless teriyaki wings.
I can’t really say when I lost my youth, which most of the people that read this will laugh at me, but I feel as though I am sixty years old, knitting on Friday nights with my cup of herbal tea, and re-runs of Murder She Wrote playing on the television. But I guess with the big life changes I have encountered, it’s only natural reaction to become more mature, but I feel like I lost my zest for the wild and dangerous and it’s completely boring.
I feel this is mostly due to the fact that I have no friends my age. Everyone I associate with is at least ten years older than I am. My best friend from high school moved over a year ago to Wisconsin, leaving me to party on my own and now she is just as responsible as I am, worried about paying bills and being all fru-fru with her fiancée. HOW FREAKING LAME. Two years ago, I worked at an ice cream store, where I was the oldest person who worked there and it was great. I loved hanging out with the cute little fifteen and sixteen year olds. Laughing when they asked if I could pick them up some illegal alcohol from my older friends. But when the store failed, so did all the friendship. When the doors closed, so did my social life.
I guess I am just whining about how much it sucks to be so young and without a best friend. Who do I call when I fight with my husband? No one. Who do I call when I get a raise at work? My mom. Who do I call when I want to go out? My sister. Where are all the cool people hiding? Why won’t they come hang out with me?
