I Don't Have Any Friends
I'm 38, married with 2 children, steady job with decent coworkers, but I keep a secret from the people I work with. I feel like I'd die if they discovered I have not one single friend. My wife has openly mocked me when I criticized one of the terrible people she knows, saying "At least I have friends"
After New Year's when a coworker asked what I did it came out that I just stayed home, preferring not to get too wild. She asked me why I didn't at least "just hang out with some friends". I just shrugged.
It's not like I've never had friends. In school I was always with at least a few close friends. Same at university. Always they were people close at hand, that I really couldn't have avoided if I'd tried. Still I was lucky to have them. Only now do I realize how lucky I really was. Later the group split and drifted apart, and I never kept in touch. Met up again on FB a few years ago, but none of them seemed to have much to say to me. After a few brief conversations and the odd comment here and there, I gave up and deleted my account. After I lost touch with the old group I made a few friends here and there, only to be hurt and betrayed by them. So now I do without friends, despite the loneliness. I have some family nearby, and my own little family, without which I'd be totally alone. Sometimes I miss my old friends terribly, but that is likely just pining for the old days in which I knew them. I distrust almost everyone now, and I keep anyone who tries to be friendly at a distance, and I won't reach out to anyone. Even online I don't make friend requests or whatever. I don't know what I expect to gain by writing this, except I have no one else to tell.
After New Year's when a coworker asked what I did it came out that I just stayed home, preferring not to get too wild. She asked me why I didn't at least "just hang out with some friends". I just shrugged.
It's not like I've never had friends. In school I was always with at least a few close friends. Same at university. Always they were people close at hand, that I really couldn't have avoided if I'd tried. Still I was lucky to have them. Only now do I realize how lucky I really was. Later the group split and drifted apart, and I never kept in touch. Met up again on FB a few years ago, but none of them seemed to have much to say to me. After a few brief conversations and the odd comment here and there, I gave up and deleted my account. After I lost touch with the old group I made a few friends here and there, only to be hurt and betrayed by them. So now I do without friends, despite the loneliness. I have some family nearby, and my own little family, without which I'd be totally alone. Sometimes I miss my old friends terribly, but that is likely just pining for the old days in which I knew them. I distrust almost everyone now, and I keep anyone who tries to be friendly at a distance, and I won't reach out to anyone. Even online I don't make friend requests or whatever. I don't know what I expect to gain by writing this, except I have no one else to tell.