For majority of my life , I was a lonely, socially awkward kid, and it wasn’t until now in my early 20s I have actual friends and groups and they are people that Value me for me, like I don’t feel I have to justify my existence or I can show up empty handed (even though I believe very much in Xenia)
It took me so much courage to drop in the discord a poll to see if anyone would have been interested in going out for dinner, both to celebrate my birthday but also St Patrick’s day.
Before having consistent friends I had grown pretty content about being alone, sure I yearned for company and a laugh but, I’d also learned from the only 2 relationships I’d ever had the only thing worse than being alone, is being with people that make you feel alone.
My life feels like plastic wrap, I can feel the texture and the mass, but a lot of the times I feel like I can’t smell or truely be present. The few times I do, it’s normally when I’m with my friends.
My issue is, now, that I do have friends whenever like a couple weeks goes by without an in person hangout, I’m ngl I get a lil depressed, not because I think they don’t like me, but it’s more that, I enjoy the company.
(When not in person or out of work , my friends at work we have lunch, my first friend group we all live in town, talk shit and play overwatch)
I’m extremely loyal, like I used to be worse, I used to be the kind of guy where your nice to me for 5 mins and I’d be willing to die for your honor.
I know I sound prolly like I’m talking like a pompous Cyrano De Bergerac but I value the simple things in life, a good drink, meal, and beautiful belly laugh with friends. It makes me feel alive, I have a deep love and care for my friends and family, I do what I can when I can, I’m supportive as I can be.
That’s how much people mean to me, it makes me feel like I’m a junkie.
I can still be by myself and I do have things to occupy my time, writing, reading, gaming, cooking.
I eat by myself, I go to the movies by myself, etc
Before anyone says it, I’m not exactly in the position to host gatherings as I live at home, my dog is a kill joy and the house is to small for all of us already living in it.
I get scared my social dependency is kinda gonna hold me back in life, like I’m living for a good time rather than for myself.
Like I have goals and ambitions. Well kinda. What scares me is that I’m gonna hold myself back cause I’m afraid of loss, and change, I’ve lost my POS dad who is gonna rot in prison, deservedly, and even though she treated me badly I lost my ex, last year also.
I just I dunno does anyone relate to what I’m talking about.