Facts of life

Yesterday was an interesting day. I went to the mall and shopped. I got a very cute outfit for Saturday (let’s just hope he actually calls) and it was just nice leisurely shopping. I also spoke to an old friend who lives in Florida whom I haven’t spoken to in ages. We grew up together, our moms were best friends, etc.  We have a lot of shared memories.  Later, I met two high school friends for dinner. I was a bit wary as one of them can be quite mean when she wants to be. But she is pregnant now, and I think that has simmered her down a tad. It was a good dinner for the most part.

However, there was a common theme running through all of these conversations yesterday. Babies and marriage. My Floridian friend has three kids. When we were younger, we both swore we’d never have kids. She is now the poster child and spokesperson for being pregnant and having babies. She exclaimed how amazing it was, life-changing, etc. And I’m sure it is. But I don’t really have that desire. Anyways, dinner turned to the same topics. My friend B is getting married so we talked about the wedding plans. That part was fun. My pregnant friend T is married already so she had a lot to say on that topic. Then they both began talking about mortgages, food blenders, housewares, etc.  I just felt out of place.  Of course I am interested in what they are saying, but only for so long.  2.5  hours of talk about these topics a lot when you have no idea what a second mortgage is (I now know just in case I decide to buy a house, which is not bloody likely anytime soon) or really care about the Magic Bullet blender. Then the discussion switched to being pregnant and babies. Again, a topic I can discuss for a while without my mind wandering. But after hearing all sorts of weird stories, B’s stories from when her mom was pregnant, and T’s ideas of dressing her baby up because “babies are like dolls”, I was ready to leave.  I could not wait to get home and find out who’d been crowned America’s Next Top Model (Whitney, yay!). I dunno, I just am such a different place in my life that it was just a revelation how far we’ve all come in 10 years. They were polite when I discussed my job hunting woes and Jenner problems, but you could tell they didn’t really care or could relate anymore. That’s part of growing up I guess–you drift away from people who once had almost the same life as you.

And then I had the worst night of sleep in a long time. Bar results are out extremely soon and my mind refuses to rest. It’s great.