I Will Not Get Depressed By This. I Will Not Get Depressed By This.

OK, so I'm like, turning 40 this summer.

I'm largely cool with it.  I would very much like to be out of this condo and in a house by then, but if that doesn't work, it isn't the end of the world.  And it isn't like I haven't done everything I could to move that situation along.  Sh*t happens.  We deal. 

But, other than that, yeah.  Largely cool with it.  Largely happy with life, current state of accomplishments, and so forth.  On a path that seems to be working for me.  Job good.  Cat cute.  Theatre critic thing workin' on the side.  Social life acceptable either way -- if I end up with someone, that's great; but I'm certainly having a good time being single, too.

The other day, though, I was toying with various ideas for a shindig of sorts to celebrate the end of my 30s.  Put together a quick list of folks who I'd want to invite.

And then I realized:  Holy crap.  With, like, two exceptions, all of my friends are married.

I'm not entirely certain when it happened.  (I should be -- I went to a lot of their weddings.)  Clearly I wasn't paying attention.  Somewhere over, say, the last 20 years, I've gone from having nearly all single friends to nearly all married friends. 

Huh.  Odd.