I Have No Friends and It’s All My Fault
The truth is, I have no friends. No real friends, at least.
Lately, I have been busy doing inventories on my life.
What have I gotten right? Where did I make the most terrible, hideous decisions? Spoiler alert: there have been a ton of those. Who are the people I can count on, and who should I let go of?
This is part midlife crisis and part necessity. I’m about to make profound changes such as changing careers, getting a new place, moving in with somebody…you know, the usual stuff one does when turning 42 and realizing something’s gotta give, or you’ll go insane.
And in the midst of this, I have confirmed something I have suspected for a long time. I did not want to admit it at first because I feared what it meant, but I guess keeping secrets from myself will do me no good.
The truth is, I have no friends. No real friends, at least.
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