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The Psychological Limbo of Being Friendless
Being friendless isn’t the issue. Being in limbo is.
I recently published an article about how I gradually lost all my friends one after another over the years to finally end up completely friendless today. However, on analyzing this issue further, I came to a totally different conclusion. It wasn’t that living in a cosmopolitan city or being friendless made me feel lonely and isolated. Rather, it was a problem that was a hundred times worse; living in a constant state of limbo.
Just a few days after I published that article, I received a DM from a pen pal on Instagram saying she’d like to catch up with me in the city and later go on a trek together. We had met through a mutual friend of ours a couple years ago and had been following each other on Instagram ever since. She used to always comment on my Instagram trek stories and so did I, as trekking was the other commonality between us besides the mutual friend we shared.
I had tried initiating treks with her in the past on multiple occassions, but it never happened for some or other reason. So why is she coming out of the woodwork all of a sudden and asking me whether we can hang out and trek together? It makes absolutely no sense. I’ve come across many people like this in the past, who are only ready to hang out when they feel it most convenient or have space in…
