A Wedding And A Funeral

On the same day that a friend of mine got married, another friend of mine was buried. She was only 31 years old, the same age I am, and her life is already over. This is the same girl that sat behind me in sixth grade. The same girl that always used to invite me to her house to "shoot some pool." (I never went, by the way.) She had terminal cancer and there was nothing that anybody could do. Meanwhile, my other friend was getting married that exact same day, supposedly just starting his life. Ironic, I know, but in another way it almost makes sense--I've always associated marriage with death. As far as I can tell, once you DO get married your life is pretty much over.

I know that must sound glib, but it's not meant to. And in the case of my friend, he had already been with this girl for a number of years and they had two kids together. I guess he figured that since he threw his life away anyway, he might as well make it legal. But God, the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. I don't care how wonderful a woman is, I can't see liking her that damn much. I know plenty of married people, and none of them seem all that happy to me. After you've been together for a number of years, you're lucky if you and your spouse can even tolerate being in the same room together. Thanks, but I'd just as soon be alone.

At any rate, RIP Shala. It's a shame. As for me, I'm taking the next two days off. I need to do some writing... finally...