Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Getting Started in Life, Or Not

Kimber apologizes.

I’m sorry that I haven’t written in a while. You see, I usually write for the blog during one of the many classes I am disinclined to pay attention in. However, I have started to solve the problem of disinterest by not going to class at all. This has been detrimental to my grades though, so I’ll probably be writing again more as I go to class more. Onward.

Devin is another in a long series of my friends who are abandoning me to live their lives. This is overdramatic and untrue; I haven’t really been abandoned, but a lot of my friends are moving on to other things. I have no girl friends left, as they’ve all gotten married and are now busy enjoying marital bliss (they say they want to stay friends, but they’re never around to do anything, rarely return calls, and generally can’t be depended on because no matter how far in advance you make plans with them, if their husbands feel uncomfortable, or if their other married friends call them up to go Tupperware shopping, they ditch you in a snap). All my guy friends are quickly being sucked away by the navy, marriage (the same complaints apply to married guys, except you can’t talk to them at all because their wives get jealous), and an aimless desire to move. Devin, that last one is you.

I actually sympathize with most of these people, as we’re all at the age where people expect our lives to be starting. Most of the people I know are actually successful at this, but the few of us that have no specific ambition in life, or no clear way to get there, are in a terrible bind. Especially since we live in Utah. Really, Utah is not the place to aimlessly ramble through life. So I guess I understand why Devin is moving away, and I support his desire to find someplace better to while away his time, but I’m still just a teensy resentful, because his leaving means one less friend that I get along with.

On a different, but related tangent, my mom is trying really hard to get me married. She’s constantly trolling around for boys to set me up with, and keeps asking me when I’m going to start dating in earnest. I thought my mom was cool with me taking my time and making my own decisions, but ever since high school graduation I’ve learned over and over again that that’s not the case. This is another symptom of adults expecting people my age to get their lives started. Too bad there’s no graceful way to say that my life probably won’t be fully started until I’m thirty-five.


  1. This sad makes me a little sad for some reason. Probably because I also feel that my life won't get started until I'm an old fart and it's too late. Well I'll still be here I'll just be in another state. I promise to write more stuff than Grant. :)

  2. I don't know what you're complaining about. My gambling problem bets $5 you'll be the next one to leave.

    Sorry about your mom, by-the-way. I don't envy LDS women and their pressure-into marriage (it starts, what, when you're 3?). The pressure is there for everyone, but 10x harder on women. However, due to The Universe's twisted sense of humor, you'll probably be hitched before 30 and end up with nearly a dozen children, half of which--by the hand of God--are ginger.

  3. Your life is a shuck of a shamble, Kimber. Get hitched or get hootched. Or move to greener pastures or fairer shores or whatever. I suggest Wyoming, because not only will you get along with everyone you meet, you won't meet anyone to get along with!

  4. grant, somehow that comment sounds kind of harsh. Kimber's life is really in no more of a shuck than yours is.

  5. Well I thought my comment was witty and well-timed, and entirely representative of my random proud eccentricity electricity.

    And it is true. I am Kimber's age and nearer to nowhere than she is. Woe am I. Woe is me. Whichever.