Post-Wedding Depression

Oh well. Here we go again.

Due to my age, and the relative proximity of my friends in age to myself, whenever they get married, I tend to feel a little depressed. Partially because the dynamics of the friendship are now going to change, being that now they are married and all.

And this is not a bad thing, and I'm not particularly bitching about it because that would be petty and jealous, but moreso mourning the passage of time, and the fact that all things change and good things must come to an end.

Then of course follows the personal comparison to one's self. Oh the joy and merriment of watching the ceaseless parade of friends becoming engaged and getting married while you watch from the sidelines in some sort of temporal relationship displacement bubble.

And the fact that married friends home in on this with comments like, "Oh Bill! You look so nice!" - Well thank you, but you're taken. Does that mean that my powers of attraction only work on married women?. "Don't worry. Your turn will come." - Yeah. Right. I'm not holding my breath.

I'm not bitter about marriage. I look forward to the possiblity of one day taking part in one, but that would involve being engaged, which would require a girlfriend.

With my luck I would have a better shot at winning Gold Lotto tonight, without having purchased a ticket.