Somebody once told me that you can't loose your mind if you never had one to begin with. I disagree. I am slowly, but surely losing my mind. The sad thing is, I don't really seem to care. I don't care about much these days. I can count on a three fingered hand the things that I care about. 1) My wife. 2) My family (this includes the little guy/gal currently residing inside of my wife) and 3) My job.
I have come to realize that the "friends" that I had growing up are merely acquaintances now. I see them here and there and when we talk, it seems like we are strained for topics and feigning interest. But for some reason, I knew it was going to happen years ago. Sometimes I wish I had a group of "the guys" that I could hang out with. We would drink beer, play cards, and piss and moan about our jobs, finances, wives, etc. You know. The kind of guys depicted on sitcoms and in movies.
Right now, besides my biological siblings, my closest male friends are Lisa's four brothers. I love those guys like they were my own blood.
I let work and "growing up" take priority over my other friendships. I guess that's what happens when you grow up.