Everyone's eating Thai

I am enjoying entering the last month of my mid twenties. At the end of May, I will turn 27, the official entry of late twenties.
This will be the first of a number of entries where you can expect me to complain about getting old, not accomplishing anything enough and hoping there is more in store in life after reaching the hill of my 30s.
Not surprising, everyone around me is getting married or meeting the person they are going to marry. We are just at that age. We are out of college, we have that first real job (most of us) and it’s just that time.
If you know me at all, you know I’m not booking any reception halls for any future wedding. It’s not that I oppose marriage, I just think it’s artificial need/want that derives from social pressure. Much like the need to beat Guitar Hero on expert. If you want the life promised to you on television and movies, marriage is a requirement.
But back to my predicament . . .
Though I don’t necessary want to get married, I can’t help but feel left out.
It’s like everyone around me wants Thai for dinner. I don’t like Thai food. So well everyone is out to dinner, I’m stuck at home eating Apple Jacks. And I enjoy Apple Jacks. But as good as cereal is, sometimes you want company.