TrailerTrish
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I pretty much keep to myself, not because I want to be alone and lonely, but because of my experiences with those of my own species. Most of them already have all the friends they want and just freeze me out anyway, but then there are those who approach me quite aggressively and with an obvious agenda running. My gut instincts have served me very well where such people are concerned, and kept me out of a lot of trouble and heartache, but they have also led me to retreat into isolation for the most part.
I stay home a lot, spend my time alone for the most part, all the while wishing I had just one good close friend that I really connect well with, the friend I've never yet had. So far all those who called themselves my friends, and declared me their best friend, have cynically used me, betrayed me, and abandoned me. This has been a lifelong pattern, and after 57 years of it I've come to a place where I just don't put myself out there at all anymore.
If I am out in public I am very wary of anyone approaching me. When I moved here I had not been in town two hours before a man approached me and aggressively started prying into my personal business, and trying to recruit me into what turned out to be a criminal scam. Since then I've been approached by several others of this stripe, all looking to use me for short-term gain under the guise of friendship.
It's like they are all out there just waiting for me to come out in the open so they can run their game on me, and I have to wonder what it is about me that draws them so, and why they think they can put one over on me. It's not just me they come after either, my one friend in the neighborhood has one after her too, and it pains me greatly to see him using her in such shabby ways.
So I've gotten used to being alone, and painful and depressing though it is at times it's at least a lot safer than putting myself out there as prey, and from where I'm at now it really does seem that finding that one good friend I've never yet had is a hopeless dream that can never be realized.
So that's where I am now, isolating and not thinking much of my own species.
I stay home a lot, spend my time alone for the most part, all the while wishing I had just one good close friend that I really connect well with, the friend I've never yet had. So far all those who called themselves my friends, and declared me their best friend, have cynically used me, betrayed me, and abandoned me. This has been a lifelong pattern, and after 57 years of it I've come to a place where I just don't put myself out there at all anymore.
If I am out in public I am very wary of anyone approaching me. When I moved here I had not been in town two hours before a man approached me and aggressively started prying into my personal business, and trying to recruit me into what turned out to be a criminal scam. Since then I've been approached by several others of this stripe, all looking to use me for short-term gain under the guise of friendship.
It's like they are all out there just waiting for me to come out in the open so they can run their game on me, and I have to wonder what it is about me that draws them so, and why they think they can put one over on me. It's not just me they come after either, my one friend in the neighborhood has one after her too, and it pains me greatly to see him using her in such shabby ways.
So I've gotten used to being alone, and painful and depressing though it is at times it's at least a lot safer than putting myself out there as prey, and from where I'm at now it really does seem that finding that one good friend I've never yet had is a hopeless dream that can never be realized.
So that's where I am now, isolating and not thinking much of my own species.