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The other day I was listening to “D’Yer Wanna Be a Spaceman?” by Oasis, a song about a guy running into his old friend and growing up. His friend dreamed of being a “spaceman” but grew up, had kids, paid bills and abandoned his dreams. It happens to all of us.
Up until our college graduation, our entire lives have basically been structured. From age 4 to 18, we were in school for seven or so hours a day. Everyone knew everyone, and there were sports, after school programs and clubs out the ass. Making friends was easy and thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, we can keep up with who had kids, got fat or whatever to get our fill from our high school days.
Many of us went off to college. I went away to school where I knew no one. It was pretty awesome having a fresh start because life in a bubble in the ‘burbs isn’t real; it’s a fantasy land where you can leave your doors unlocked, and law enforcement’s entire payroll is funded by writing high school kids tickets.
With this territory comes the issue of making friends. Apart from my dumbass self dating the first girl that showed interest in me for over a year, making friends was easy between class, clubs and the wonderful “pay for friends system” many refer to as Greek life. I remember upon graduation, sitting on the fire escape, talking to all my soon to be graduated friends as we heavily imbibed, ruminated and reminisced (while also tricking passersby with poop dollars) about what life might be like in a postgrad world.
Most of my fraternity and college friends moved back home or found a job in a faraway land. I stewed in grad school, the halfway house of the adult world, and made some more memories and friends. The thing is, everyone leaves, but whether you stay where you are or not, and it’s not easy.
Think about all the people you’ve ever met. Now think about high school. How many do you keep close to? For me, it’s maybe 5-10 people. Similarly, from college, I keep in contact with 20 or so. The thing is, I barely see these people as life has taken its toll, even though we both try to see each other as much as possible. If you use what I like to call “the Groomsman barometer” (people you’re close enough with to be in your wedding), it has changed vastly over the years. People I thought I’d be lifelong friends with have come and gone while others that I thought were acquaintances have stepped up and become like family.
Making friends as an adult is often difficult. Between working, keeping one’s house somewhat clean (a task I never have and likely never will be good at), trying to find time to work out and having alone time to collect one’s thoughts, the prospect of finding new friends in a new place is difficult. I’m lucky that I’ve been in the same place for 10 years but I’ve often spoke to those that have moved away and they lament the same issue: moving to a new place makes it hard to find friends.
People come into and out of our lives constantly. As a dutiful boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, you’re often at the forefront of your respective “better half” bringing new friends into the circle. It’s almost like a pledge process and even if you end up liking the guy (or girl), powers that are higher up than you make the final call. There are always those friends that should anything bad happen between myself and Mrs. Madoff, or with any of the others in our group, it would be like a friend divorce. Likewise, I honestly feel bad when I see someone get paraded into our friend group that ends up being like Andy in the 40-Year-Old Virgin.
Relationships aside, making friends isn’t exactly the easiest and I’m a pretty outgoing person. You never know what the other person thinks of you. Sports has always been my go-to since you’re obviously into the same stuff.
Yet, how do you make an acquaintance into a friend? I’ve played sports and done many like things with many now forgotten people. Do you ask for the guy’s number? Who adds who first on Facebook? What do you do if you go out and it’s awkward, you have nothing to talk about or you’re just not feeling it? It’s like dating. For me, most of the time, I just go by what feels right, which I have come to find out is a psychological term for “thin-slicing” or “first impressions.”
Humans are social creatures who long for shared experiences and companionship, whether that be romantic or not. There’s plenty of research that breaks down the ill effects of not having a social network. It’s part of the reason we got my dog, Tank, therapy certified. Like anything in life, if you overthink things, it will eat at you. It’s tough to put yourself out there. Being friendship rejected hurts just like getting turned down, but at least you know and if you don’t put yourself out there, you never will..
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All the new friends I’ve made this year are from the PGP comments section. Don’t know if that’s sad or not, but shout-out guys!
Sup?
How it all began…
Sup – starting friendships everywhere
sup
except reversed, girl sups are where it’s at.
Must be nice being in Texas for those PGP meetups
Is that a thing? Dang. I need more PGPers in SW Ohio.
I miss that magical place in SW Ohio. Riding through those fields gives me chills every time. It’s been too long Oxford – I’ll be home soon.
Can’t wait for my next chance to head back as well.
Miami grad by any chance?
Transferred after longer than I would care to admit unfortunately. Too much Pachinkos, not enough King.
Happens to some people, the problem of 18+ up bars in the middle of nowhere.
Yea buddy
Only good thing about SW Ohio, it’s closer than TN when I want yuengling
Just moved to SW Ohio sup
Sup SWOH
None of us are TX and we made it work
Damn, gotta get a No Flo meetup going on for Brunchs.
We all live in different states too
OH HELLLOOOOOOO
Sup?
http://giphy.com/gifs/hi-well-hello-there-whale-yoJC2A59OCZHs1LXvW
whale fail.
Not sad! Sup?
Sup from NOVA
Hey! I’m in NOVA too
Arlington happy hour?
Move it to the federal enclave and I’m in
Sup
I need some of you DC and Dallas people to move to Alaska. I wish there was a compelling reason, but the best I’ve got is a fire emoji brunch scene and no #squad
Sup from AZ. Any Arizonans?
I just friendship rejected the new guy at work hard this week. The guy seems nice but he doesn’t drink, I just can’t have that energy around me right now.
Saying you can’t have non-drinking energy around you “right now”, knowing full well that will last into the distant future, along with your borderline alcoholic tendencies. PGP
What the hell man? Let’s not go around throwing the A-word around here. The correct term is “Casual Binge Drinker.”
“enthusiast”
Sorry “Binge drinking enthusiast”
but you’d have a designated DD at all times though. Gotta look at the glass of beer half full my amigo.
God created Uber for a reason my friend.
Yeah but this guy is free and will probably help ya walk back to the car and avoid the pitfalls of being that guy that falls off sidewalks….not that i have any first hand knowledge of that. And with the money you save from Uber you can buy more drinks.
A Uber driver doesn’t come into work and tell everyone how funny it was to see me blackout drink last weekend. I don’t need people in my office to know what I do on Saturdays.
An Uber driver came into my apartment last Saturday night, drank my bourbon then told my friend who he brought home that he thought I wanted him because I kissed him on the cheek when everyone left my place. So you never know about those Uber drivers.
It stories like that, that make me happy I have a penis.
You have no idea.
I’m using it now and it’s awesome! I’ve signed up for my account and have been bringing in fat paychecks. For real, my first week I made $302 and the second week I doubled it and then it kinda snowballed to $120 a day.M$1.
Just follow the course>>>>>> http://www.CareerToday00.Tk
Did you do this all at the VA? Asking for a friend.
So hard to meet other high-functioning alcoholics.
Sup
K but really how do you makes friends as an adult… I ran into this last night and still can’t find an answer
Hang out and don’t be a complete asshole.
What’s a poop dollar?
please tell me this isn’t a real question
Relatable. I’m running up with the problem of simply meeting a bunch of weirdos right now.
Maybe switch it up and check out Hell. I hear they have more fun
You would think that, but the devil is into digimon. One of the reasons why he’s still down there.
I always knew Jesus was a Pokémon kid.
Kind of disappointed in what they’ve done with it, but I’ll always be a Pokémon lover at heart. “Gotta Catch Em’ All!” That was my motto when I was evangelizing 2000 years ago.
Well, you spend the majority of your day with kids, so yeah.
:’)
……I swear the guy in the cube next to me is cutting onions or something
Fuck.
My one post-college friend I met because I had matched with his roommate on tinder. After seeing the potential for a long friendship with him, I broke it off with her so it would be as least awkward as possible when we hung out. Two years later, still good friends, and even roommates for a year. You meet people in all sorts of ways.
Moved 6 hours from home so I know the struggle, but if using the “do you wanna be my friend?” line worked so well in kindergarten, maybe it’ll work now. Do you guys wanna be my friends??
Are you sure you want to be friends?
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