So for my once-close friends that are no more, I am sorry that I wasn’t there for the monumental moments that have happened. Some of you are married, some soon to be, so since I didn’t make it or I won’t be there, below is my message to you on your wedding day:
I can’t believe this day is finally here. We always joked about the impossibility in finding a guy who would be able to “put up with us,” but in reality we knew any eligible bachelor should be so lucky. I’m glad you’ve found someone who loves you, who appreciates you, and who makes you feel whole. I’m thankful that you didn’t settle for any of the interesting characters that we encountered in our college town or on an infamous college vacation. All I have to say is, thank goodness we never went to Vegas! I’m sorry if I wasn’t as supportive as I should have been, or understood the importance of spending time with that special someone. I wish you success- both personally and professionally, both as an individual and in your relationship. The glory of being so close to someone is being touched by their true potential- and you have so much ability to change the world. I hope that this day is everything you’ve dreamed of (and it’s probably a blessing in disguise that I’m not there forced to awkwardly pretend to dance, you know how bad of a dancer I am…). In all honesty, I’m really sorry I let you down and I’m not there to share this day with you. Although our futures ended up heading in different directions, I only wish you the best, and will always be a phone call away if you ever need a friend today, tomorrow, or ten years from now.
— Taylor George
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.
I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.
We sat side by side in the café by my house. You rubbed my knee with yours as I read and you doodled on a spare sheet of paper. Few words were spoken, but much was said. Love isn’t heard, it’s felt. I drank nothing but tea today, and I was in this place a few hours ago. It’s Monday evening and yet, I’m the happiest I’ve been all week. I’ve never felt so loved in my life.
How different and yet the same the world can be after 3 years. Happy (early) Valentines Day.