This one goes out to all the middle-aged married men who just found out I'm getting married.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I really don't need to hear about how miserable you are, or how stupid I am, or about how I'm ruining my life and "I better run." You're take on things means nothing to me. I am not you. Furthermore, since when did you give a shit about me and my life? We barely know each other. Keep your sad-ass nose out of my business.