Real Adults.

Facebook has become a depressing place as of late. Between the wedding plans, baby announcements and party pictures, I've grudgingly come to accept that my friends and I are evolving into real adults at an alarming rate. I'm happy for everyone, don't get me wrong, but I feel like I've missed something. I was 12, 15... and now I'm close to 21. I must have blinked somewhere, though I can't pinpoint it. Does it ever slow down, or will it be a whirlwind until I'm finally sitting in a rocking chair, telling my grandchildren about the year 2012? I've decided that I'm going to do my best to enjoy it as much as possible, even if Father Time won't yield to my demands.