Wedding Cakes

I really shouldn't be sitting here writing. I have to be at a bridal shower in 10 minutes. Tonight i have to go to a wedding. Although I am abundantly happy for all of my peers who are getting married this summer (Kim, Brittany, Antoinette, Lawson, Jessie, Mikey...etc.) I cannot help but feel odd about it all. Yesterday I attended a funeral for an old family friend. He was in his late 80s and died from natural causes. His wife died the year before. I sat there, during the service, and thought about life and death, and how my grandparents are now at the age when all their friends are dying. Granted their view of life is not the same as mine - they have a better grasp on reality and eternity and don't see death the way i do, but still you can't just sit through funeral after funeral of your friends and not feel a thing, right? What i'm trying to say is - although all of these weddings makes me claustrophobic and makes me want to remain single for the rest of my life (no offense to any of you married folk), i had to stop and tell myself: you are at the age when all of your friends are getting married and having babies. your grandparents are at the age when all of their friends are dying. what, really, is there to complain about? sometimes i am so silly with my complaints. anyways, my whole perspective of marriage is constantly being shaped by the examples i have before me. i still don't think i will settle down before i'm 30, but i think 7 years of freedom is just about right. i have mucho on my to-do list. anyways, now the bridal shower is in 1 minute, and i'm pretty sure it'll take me at least 2 to get there, so i am, without a shadow of a doubt, already late. i bid thee farewell. until the morrow.