Warren wrote:
shadexiii wrote:
It usually seems to be the other way around, people making friends with me. Limiting, yes. Easier, again yes.
same here.
Me too, although presently that means I have basically zero friends.
Part of the problem may be that I'm not exactly sure what a friend is-like I want to know that someone's really going to be there, and not eventually reject me. Or that I'm going to interpret that someone wants to be friends when they don't. I end up finding it safer to just assume everyone is at best an acquaintance.
Graelwyn wrote:
Making friends, and what friendship is exactly, still eludes me. I have had people I called friends in the past, but have been without any real life friends for sometime now. It makes for an incredibly lonely and painful existence and without the net and places like this, I think I would probably just opt out of life altogether. My God, but I envy those who can happily live as recluses, rather than being unhappy recluses.
Describes me too, except... I guess I'm lucky in that I actually enjoy being alone a lot of the time. Maybe even most of the time. I feel like it's when I can recharge, without having to watch what I say or do. And a lot of the things I like are pretty solitary (reading, playing games, etc.). But there are also times where I feel exactly like you described, and I really wish I wasn't alone. I don't know what shape I'd be in if not for finding the internet 11 years ago.