i know i’m at that age and all where my friends or people i know in similar circles are all about getting married. they’re either getting married, married, or you know, pretty much getting there.

and combine that with the internet, and you get wedding/relationship/marriage blogs. i used to read some couple blogs back in the day when blogging was still, you know, interesting and cool and only nerd savvy kids were into it. i know what i’m doing is technically considering blogging, but i’m also all about self-hate. anyway. this one couple whose posts i’d read daily were insightful, funny, cute, and sentimentally cute without being gaggy. eventually, they turned into a pay-to-view-us-have-sex webcam site.

yeah.

getting to my point - all these people around me getting married and blogging about it. sickening. not so much sickening in the sense that they’re getting married. because really, congrats to you. but every post is about “how i love this person” and “why i love this person” and “why this love works” and other fairly tangential, nebulous items while talking about the also-fairly superficial task of planning a party. i realize i shouldn’t poo-poo on someone’s idea of love. one of my good, oldest friends (not that she’s old, but i’ve known her, it seems, forever) is getting married and even though they’re cheeky with random spouts of declarations of love on one another’s facebook, they’re more dorky than anything. she doesn’t constantly spout about why she loves him because he does such and such and how that works toward a lifetime of blah blah. she just does, and it’s a rather refreshing look at love that’s not scarily bridezilla-ish, nor does it make me want to throw up rainbows and sunsets.

i’ve told b many times over that if i ever get all lovey and coo-ey and start writing about our “partnership” - to kill me because i’ve obviously been replaced with a horrible clone of myself who wants to ultimately doom mankind. he laughs, kisses my forehead, and tells me “i’ll go get my gun.”

that’s love.