I have nothing but these words.

Tomorrow, B and I are going to visit Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge.
As close as we live to a gorgeous tri-level graveyard of our very own, I am always a little excited to see new, beautiful monuments to history and the lives that trod through it.
We are bringing a couple with whom we are friends. They're a wee bit older than us and expecting their first child, and it seems bizarre to bring them somewhere so morbid, but they're weirdies like us, with serious goth roots, so I'm sure their frolic through the paths.
Staring down this road of adulthood, it's easy to feel like you're being shot down a tunnel that narrows the further along you go, and I like to be around people who don't behave that way. They inspire me to shake off my bonds and feel less trapped by my responsibilities and more confident in my securities.
Growing up, I never knew if it was worth while getting close to people, making real friends, because I always assumed I would be leaving just as we got to really like each other. As I've matured, I've tended to the opposite getting very close very fast and creating these weird ultra friendships, where I think I'm insanely dear to a person, or we are both very important to one another, but for a very short time, and then something happens, a new lover, a job change, a huge stress or even something fairly commonplace but evolutionary, and the person handles it poorly, or vanishes from my sphere to surround him/herself with people who are truly close to them.
I also find myself being more careless with my word. I make plans with no intention of following through on them. In this way, I allow myself to be lied to by acquaintances who also have no plan to actually do what we are arranging. I have, more in the past five years than ever in my life, found myself in blizzards of false promises with people who have no more gravity behind their words than i behind mine. We pepper our conversations with glass compliments and shallow facts. We are overly enthusiastic about one another's interests, and we throw out dates and options with absolutely no desire to follow through with them and a simultaneous knowledge that the other is doing the same. It is a dance of no substance, a worthless endeavor, a completely barren interaction.
Would living with more intent improve my life?
Does being truthful, socially, end up stunting my social interactions? Will I become one of those weird foils in the movies who stops herself from being enthused over anything?
Why has this kind of relationship become so commonplace in our society now?
Will we actually go to the cemetery tomorrow?