Making new friends at this phase in life is not easy

The last ten years spent in Boston have been great but as has been discussed in minute detail in the past, it's time for me to make a different city my home. Well not necessarily but change my lifestyle. There's a reason for that: all my old friends the people I hang out with are gone or in the process of departing to greener pastures. Quieter places, louder places, jobbier places, lamer places, more affordable places, more expensive places, all sorts of places that happen to not be called Boston.

Which means I'm going to be out of most of my friends very soon.

Making new friends, new groups, getting new hobbies and expanding my social circle in an 'organic' way is something I've always wanted to do. It never works out because I end up finding people from back when or I get too lazy boring annoying etcetera and the new circles never expand. Or in the case of last year's friend circles the one with SS, fucking global pandemic dashes my hopes of finally freakin' having a group of cute women friends at least one of whom I might have considered like at least being on more than friendlier terms. Making friends is a fundamental skill, remember my mom asking 'have you made friends yet' everytime i went to a new friends it was annoying at the time for I thought it was just something that happened to you but now I realize it needs skills and patience and commitment. Like being in a relationship with somebody but wider in scope and involving more coordination. I love it. And you don't have to break up with people unless things are really really really bad. Even in that case, you can salvage the other connections and not all is lost.

Just need to find an in, to make friends. Expand my circle, my hobbies and just the connections. I'm a frog of the pond who wants to be an ocean frog but doesn't know the way to the ocean. There's fear, of the big bad sharks, the trucks that could hit one one the way, the mean greedy fishermen who could take you out of the land, and just being made fun of by the ocean frogs. Identity. Who am I and who do I want to come off as, and how do I convince the people that I don't share too many other identities with that I'm somebody they'd be cool hanging out with. What is it that connects us?!

It's hard work, it sucks, the fear of rejection is debilitating, and actual rejection which surely will happen not to irregularly burns like hell.

Still, life moves on, we must do what we must, despite the fear and pain!