this memorial day weekend was pretty epic. i probably could go on for quite some time recapping the shenanigans, but instead i will break it, break it down:
sunday – boating, rescue mission, margaritaville
monday – more boating, rain, sadness
i probably could write about 20 things that surfaced from this past weekend. i am going to collect them and save them for future posts because some are just to interesting to not write about. however, i would like to discuss one of those topics – age.
while dancing with family and friends on the dock at shooters, i realized how old my brother was turning, how old i am and how depressing it can be. the age range that night probably spanned from 18-60, which keeps things interesting. personally, i have friends in this same age range, however, i find that many others have friends within a 5-10 year gap.
isn’t this boring? wouldn’t you want to surround yourself with all walks of life?
you learn an absurd amount of information from friends aged 18 to 65.
you will laugh. allot.
you will become a better person. or at least a more well-rounded one.
and don’t judge. we all judge, including myself, but you will probably find that some of those people you may not consider friend material may just be your next bff.
word of the day – humid