On Seeking Community

Been there, done that, still got the therapy receipts from the capitalist death panel...


This is a bit of a late night moody post. If it doesn’t appeal, then read something else. Or wait until I post something else.

I keep hearing that I should “find my people”. Frankly, I don’t think they exist. I don’t believe there is a tribe or community waiting to welcome me. I would rather do what I can on my own.

Besides, I’ve never been lonely when I’m alone. Only in the presence of others am I lonely.

Forums like 32bit.cafe are a minor exception. I don’t know if they would call me a friend. Nor do I think of them as friends. This is not meant as an expression of disrespect, but the opposite. I do not want to expect or demand too much of them. They are to me cordial acquaintances, and it would not do to be presumptuous.

I generally don’t expect people to be more than that for me. I don’t want to be more than that to other people. Being a friend is work. And there is only so much work I am willing to do in a day.

Only in one case have I found the work of friendship truly worthwhile. We’ve been married for twenty years.

I wasn’t joking about therapy in this post’s summary, either. I just didn’t mention that therapy didn’t help me. I’m not convinced that therapy helps most men, either, but I need not belabor that opinion here.