Last Man Standing

I find myself alone nowadays. My whole life I have had hundreds of great friends that I used to hang out with every single day. I used to have many different crews; depending on what mood I was in. If I wanted to drink, I had one group; if I wanted to smoke pot or do other drugs, I had another group; if I just wanted to relax, shoot the shit and play video games, I had yet another. 

I have a very dynamic personality and always met friends easily. People have always been drawn to me for that reason.Quite a few times I went to a party knowing absolutely no one, and left having met countless new friends. Unfortunately, as I get older, I find all my friends dropping like flies. Not dying or moving to Kazakhistan, mind you, but they are all getting married and/or having kids. This is great for them, and I am happy for them, but I find myself gradually being left with no one. We all know that once a buddy gets married, you rarely see them again. Basically the wedding reception is a farewell party for them. They might as well be moving to the North Pole. Maybe once a month for poker night they will stop by, but, for the most part, all that’s left of them is memories. I am 30 years old and single. I am the last of my kind, I feel like Daniel Day Lewis in The Last of the Mohicans. I am practically the only one of my friends who still has his nuts intact, and not locked up in a safe somewhere by my wife. My nuts are all mine baby! 

Don't get me wrong, the weddings were a blast. Great time to catch up with old friends. I have attended over 30 weddings and been invited to over 35. I have been the best man twice, stood up in 6 weddings, 8 or 9 if you count my friends soon to be married. I think I have to party for everyone now. I don't know how much longer my organs will hold out. I don't know if I want to anymore. Life is passing me by. All these guys I used to do keg stands with, smoke bongs with, live life to its fullest with. Then something tragic happened!! They grew up, got on with their life and their priorities changed. Unfortunately, mine haven't. I have no one to come home to, no one to be responsible for. I can still do whatever I want. It sounds nice, but sometimes I wonder what the hell happened. I blinked and my youth is over. I am the same person I was 13 years ago. I just have less hair, a bigger gut and more bills. I sincerely hope that during the next 30 years of my life something materializes for me. I don't wanna be a 60 year old dude doing shots at the bar with college kids, looking for the next party, cuz that would just be sad.