Dude. Couples. The practically married kind. Fucking scary.

People who are never seen one without the other. Who live together, or so close that you just know his shirt, her bra and a pair of shoes they both wear on occasions are all tangled up together. Who have some sort of alien domestic bliss. Who have conversations driving along about shopping and family bureaucratic problems and the road conditions. People who are going to end up in the suburbs in normalcy.

A person who used to be a friend, maybe not a terribly good one, but something unique and apart, and probably still is one, but I'm friends with him, not with both of them.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Fucking scary.