The Ides of March

I can't believe that I have gone for pretty much an entire month without posting anything on here. Now, granted, it was the shortest month of the year, but, that kind of flies in the face of my whole notion of blogging every day that I am thirty in this, year number one of being thirty. But, what's done is done, and I'm here today.

As an aside, I think I hate the title of this blog. Anyone agree? Disagree? Leave a comment.

I just read the script for this pilot, which is the basis for a pretty good show, if it were to get picked up for a series order. It's called "The Singles Table" and it's about a group of strangers and quasi-strangers who end up sitting at the same table at a mutual friend's wedding, and, that table is the (you guesed it) "single's table".

I can be a sucker for this kind of stuff, but, it had this kind of poignant moment where one character reaches into his jacket pocket and it turns out that he has a whole stack of those table-setting cards from numerous recent weddings, which is something that I experienced recently, and, now, as it did then, made me reflect on the fact that I had several weddings this year, and there are at least four this year, and it's so strange when you go to the wedding of a high school or college friend, because you tend to reflect back upon when you saw that person the most, as your frame of reference for them is when you knew them the best. And, several times last year, I had this feeling of where I was trying to figure out how someone you were once in exactly the same place during your life could end up somewhere so COMPLETELY different than them.

Ah, but, then that begs the further question.... is it COMPLETELY different? I'm not single at the moment, so, that begs numerous follow-up questions about where that is, and is it somewhere that brings me closer to that situation than I had even imagined, and, if it doesn't.... then.... what?

I feel as though this is a fine topic for my on-line discussions of thirty-dom, a topic that I will encapsulate into a question for you dear reader(s?) : How long after being with someone do you think that you would know that they're "the one" for you? Follow-up question : how much time of being with someone and not knowing whether or not they are "the one" indicates that you should reserve yourself to the notion that they, in fact, are NOT the one?

In a future musing, I'll postulate what to do when you arrive at the conclusion someone is the one. But, that's a step ahead.

OVERALL IMPRESSION OF THIRTY : It was definitely easier to be 26 -- because most friends aren't even close to marriage at 26. But, that being said, I do realize that now I am not seated at the single table, however, I do wonder if that might be where I belong.