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Correct me if i'm wrong but I've always assumed most people with any stability (even some without) always grown up thinking they would have a lifelong friend. Maybe even many. As a person grows and milestones are met one usually looks around to faces met past childhood. Even faces met within each milestone are new. Most people do not have ties to their childhood outside of their family. Does this cause depression in some people? At the worst it can cause some envy but isn't the reality of the situation overwhelmingly apparent that most people don't have lifelong friends?

I've made some friends along the way and I feel lucky to have done that. As an adult I'm grateful for the people I can relate to who are both outside and inside my family. Different connections but just as important. Sometimes those connections outside of my family are the ones who supported me through the toughest times. The toughest in my life.

But I don't dwell on them after life goes on. I think of them, for sure. But I don't fester. You think this makes me a bit of a sociopath?

Correct me if i'm wrong but I've always assumed most people with any stability (even some without) always grown up thinking they would have a lifelong friend. Maybe even many. As a person grows and milestones are met one usually looks around to faces met past childhood. Even faces met within each milestone are new. Most people do not have ties to their childhood outside of their family. Does this cause depression in some people? At the worst it can cause some envy but isn't the reality of the situation overwhelmingly apparent that most people don't have lifelong friends? I've made some friends along the way and I feel lucky to have done that. As an adult I'm grateful for the people I can relate to who are both outside and inside my family. Different connections but just as important. Sometimes those connections outside of my family are the ones who supported me through the toughest times. The toughest in my life. But I don't dwell on them after life goes on. I think of them, for sure. But I don't fester. You think this makes me a bit of a sociopath?

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