It's been truly disheartening to talk to so many married couples lately. Not because I feel any pressure to get married myself, but because so many of them seem to be unhappily married.
I'm at that age now where a lot of my friends are dropping like flies (er, I mean getting married). And at this age, if you're single, you'll feel some of that the marital pressure. If your married friends aren't trying to set you up, they're asking you, "So when are you going to settle down?"
I was on 14th Street in Manhattan, New York, with a group of friends. It was snowing out. Gentle flakes fluttered downward, muffling the sound of traffic. I could feel the soft squish squish of the fresh snow beneath my feet.
There's a black squirrel outside on my balcony fence and he looks like he's making love to the fence.
I kid you not. His groin is pressed into the edge of the wood. Good gravy, that little fellah is humping my fence! It's squirrel wood on fence wood. The horror. The humanity.
"I was on a dirt trail like this once when I was younger," I said as we bounced along the moderately bump trail with our mountain bikes.
"And I accidentally slammed on my front brakes first, hard. And over I flew, over my handlebars, and into the ground."
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA