I got an email today letting me know one of my high school friends just got married.

At Stan Hywet Hall in Akron, Ohio.

In a tree house.

Which is like, so cool and so him. But it kind of freaked me out since he's like only 18 in my mind (although if I'm about to be 36, I guess that means he's like 32 or something)

And it got me to thinking about a conversation I had with my high school friend Helena handbasket wherein she told me she has a white/grey streak in her hair.

How can that be? I mean, both my married friend and Helena aren't really adults to me. I mean, of course they are, but, as I knew them mostly in my younger days, they never quite clicked over into the "adult" category in my brain that I assign people to when I meet them for the first time.

So like, getting married and having children and getting grey hair does nothing to change how I fundamentally perceive them as "young people."

I think it's kind of the same thing as taking a look at yourself with a mortgage and a car and children in school and thinking "when did I become an adult, aren't I still the same as I was graduating from high school?"