1. I feel like this is becoming a monthly proclamation, but once again I think I discovered the best Tumblr of all time: #myfriendsaremarried. (Also, I did not find this Tumblr because of Tumblr Thursday in the RedEye this morning, but because of Twitter last night).
I don’t think I can emphasize enough the young couple marriage culture from whence I came. I am 21 years old (for another five days). I graduated from college in May. Between graduation and now, I know 18 separate couples that got married. All of these couples were either my age, one year older than me, or one year younger than me. If I relax the standards and include people within two years of my age that were married in the past two years, that couple number jumps to 28. That’s 56 people, all aged 24 or younger. AND this is only based on my Facebook friendships — I’m sure there are more people I went to school with that got married recently. The median age for women getting marriage in the rest of the country may be 26, but where I’m from, we’re solidly locked in 1940, where women marry at the age of 21.5.
And my (mostly married) friends wonder why I’m such a fatalist about ever finding someone.
2. I’m having serious trouble figuring out how to dress for this fall-like weather. My apartment has A++ circulation when most of the windows are open (read: the wind routinely blows my clock off my nightstand), which makes the apartment deceptively chilly. After a summer where 90 sounded comfortable, 65 sounds downright freezing, so I bundled up in jeans, a sweatshirt, and closed-toed shoes for my commute. As soon as I stepped outside, I realized that 65 is not, in fact, cold, and my originally planned outfit of capris and sandals would’ve been way more comfortable.
Someday when I’m rich and famous, I’m going to hire someone to dress me. Goodness knows I could use all the help I can get.
3. A few weeks ago, I went way underbudget on groceries for the week, so I splurged on a new-to-me Trader Joe’s trek mix, Macadamias Mix Gingerly with Cranberries & Almonds. Since I like macadamias, dried cranberries, almonds, and ginger, I thought this would be fine.
Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Candied ginger is apparently NOT my thing. I wanted to like it so bad, but the more I ate it, the more repulsive I found it. From now on I’ll keep ginger in my Christmas cookies and out of my trail mix.
Reassure me: there are people out there who still think 21 is a perfectly acceptable age to not be married, yes?
Have you ever bought a new product from a store only to find out you hate it?