So I moved back to my city after 7 years where my family lives.
It’s been 2 years but I never really enjoyed people here. Mostly people I met were from my previous circles, family, school friends and their partners.
I always thought something was off and maybe over time I will figure things out but it was just not happening.
Yesterday I went to dinner with my partners friends and damn it was whole different vibe. As if it’s a different culture. I really enjoyed talking and was genuinely interested in next meeting.
Resparked my joy in meeting people and I guess I was with wrong people and there are people who are out there who vibe match with me but it’s so hard to find them.
just because people like the same shit that you do doesn’t mean they want to be your friend or you will have any deeper connection than them than the superficial interests involved.
what people are lacking is deep relationships. like emotional connections. not just enjoying being nerdy together. i have been involved in tons of nerdy groups and it never goes beyond the shallow superficial stuff of the activity. like, i don’t know about you but talking about shit i have bought or shit i have done isn’t really what i’m looking and doesn’t really satisfy me emotionally in any significant way.
most of my good friends and relationships came from people I didn’t have common interests with, but common values. And my values are rapidly disappearing from the world and people like me are actively shunned by the sycophancy of social media addicted people.
I am more than what I purchase.
A statement hard felt these days.
where i live all anyone cares about is the clothes you wear, the college you went to, the job title you have, the town you live in, the car you drive, etc. nobody cares about anything beyond that. and the second you don’t have the ‘right’ answer to any of this stuff you are subhuman scum not worth interacting with.
and i know this because only half my answers are ‘right’. i went to the right school, and live in the right town, but i have the wrong job, and grew up in the wrong town, and drive the wrong car. it’s like whiplash the way people behave towards men when they hear the ‘right’ answers and later get the ‘wrong’ ones. i go from ‘great guy’ to ‘piece of shit’ in the span of a few minutes.
i also don’t have the ‘right’ hobbies. which in my city are international travel, indoor rock climbing/Peloton, and loving expensive trendy restaurants.