So my brother called me up the other day to let me know he's getting married. I watched my usually rock solid abhorrence to all things matrimonial get sidelined temporarily in a feeling of genuine happiness for him and Maria.
It's interesting, how more and more each day, I'm feeling like I'm getting old. Of course, that's a ridiculous thing to say in my lower 20s, but nevertheless, there is some truth to it. Things like this just tend to serve as reminders that life is truly moving along at a quick pace, far faster than we realize.
One thing I've never really talked about much with anyone other than personal friends is that due to rather severe hypochondria, I've never expected to live more than two or three years beyond my current age. But I guess that's a whole other can of worms I don't need to open right now. I just thought of this because it's like... man... I didn't even think I'd see high school graduation, let alone attend my brother's wedding.
At any rate, I'm not sure what marriage means. Words like "forever" seem scary to me, but I know that for some people, these things really can work, and really make them happy. I hope that's the case with my brother, and that this brings him a sense of stability that he's likely been long overdue for.
Now if I can only convince them to convert to Judiasm so glass can be broken and they can be carried around on chairs. That would bring the fun into this whole murky matrimony thing.
Mazal Tov, Steve and Maria!
