People of the world with more advanced social skills than me: I need your help.
I’m 28 years old, and I have no freaking clue how to make friends.
Now, considering I recently decided not to look for a new housemate because I like drinking wine in my underwear too much (I am literally paying double rent just so I can sit at home alone and avoid putting on pants), I fully accept that it’s my fault that I lack friend-making skills. I’m not the type of social butterfly who thrives in social situations. I’m definitely a homebody, definitely introverted and definitely very, very shy.
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I’ve accepted those things about myself, and because of that, I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to trick the friend-making system. When you’re a kid, making friends is easy – you see another kid and that kid is automatically your friend because they just are.
But as an adult, things get a whole lot more complicated, and I’ve managed to bypass those complications by only being friends with people who fall into my lap: People I studied with, people I work with, and, well, that’s it. My adult friend-making strategy has so far involved only people I’ve been forced to spend extended periods of time with, and if we happen to end up friends, great. If not, I’m happy to go home and watch TV in my knickers by myself. (And if I’m feeling really fancy, I might even put the pizza I order on a plate instead of just eating it out of the box while standing at the kitchen bench.)