But I just know from sixty years of being on this planet, forming great connections with new people is hard, it's goddamn hard work. The privilege of having worked in an incredible workplace with smart, funny people spoils you, the standards of people increases, your expectations increase. And you can't just be...into that...you can't muster even a quarter of a boner to talk to them anymore, because you're spoiled by the people who're used to questioning the world and being curious about things in a certain way.
You can cobble together that person, that you now miss, from your friends. You get to do your twenties again, dancing on the tables on Tuesdays afternoons. You can kinda' make back out of the hole now that way.
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