jbg
Active Member
My story of loneliness. Where do I start?
I never had many friends for my early years. Academic 1972-3 was really my first experience having more than one friend at a time. I had had a friend through Eighth Grade, and through me our parents became friends but I digress. We are still in touch with each other but out relationship is at best on the borders of neutral and hostile.
I departed high school in 1975 with a few more friends, one of whom remains. I have lost touch with the remainder, or we have parted company over, believe it or not, politics. And this includes one former friend who sought me out for dinner on the eve of his wife's death, to ask advice on how to break it to his children. Just because our friendship included "deeper, intellectual discussions revealing our true selves" was not enough to survive my 2020 Presidential vote.
Other friendships are dissolving based upon his divorce and changes in employment. He simply isn't around much.
So that brings me back to my remaining close friend from high school. We have had many "deeper, intellectual discussions revealing our true selves." Midway through those, however, strange things happen. I am a moderately successful lawyer, he a high-powered executive of a financial company. I often get the feeling that he wonders "what am I doing here" when there are more worthwhile or lucrative connections he could be making. For example, at our last lunch, in NYC, I arranged to take the day off so I wouldn't be pressed for time, and so advised him. He emailed back that he wouldn't be under pressure. Midway through the meal I noticed that he had basically inhaled his food. I apologized and he said "maybe if you weren't talking so much...." Mind you, this was January 13, and we hadn't spoken or exchanged more than brief emails since late June, when he threw himself a lavish birthday party. Granted, a third of the invited guests didn't show, citing either positive Covid tests or fear of Covid. I think a few were tired of his Gatsbyesque parties.
Either this guy is not a friend, or he has become impossibly arrogant in high-middle age. Suffice to say we haven't talked or exchanged more than brief emails as to what we're reading.
As far as other venues for making friends, our synagogue has decreased in value for that, not really recovering from Covid. A recent event was canceled for no apparent reason, and the Men's Club head didn't even bother to tell me. I asked by email if this was a game of "ding-dong-ditch."
I never had many friends for my early years. Academic 1972-3 was really my first experience having more than one friend at a time. I had had a friend through Eighth Grade, and through me our parents became friends but I digress. We are still in touch with each other but out relationship is at best on the borders of neutral and hostile.
I departed high school in 1975 with a few more friends, one of whom remains. I have lost touch with the remainder, or we have parted company over, believe it or not, politics. And this includes one former friend who sought me out for dinner on the eve of his wife's death, to ask advice on how to break it to his children. Just because our friendship included "deeper, intellectual discussions revealing our true selves" was not enough to survive my 2020 Presidential vote.
Other friendships are dissolving based upon his divorce and changes in employment. He simply isn't around much.
So that brings me back to my remaining close friend from high school. We have had many "deeper, intellectual discussions revealing our true selves." Midway through those, however, strange things happen. I am a moderately successful lawyer, he a high-powered executive of a financial company. I often get the feeling that he wonders "what am I doing here" when there are more worthwhile or lucrative connections he could be making. For example, at our last lunch, in NYC, I arranged to take the day off so I wouldn't be pressed for time, and so advised him. He emailed back that he wouldn't be under pressure. Midway through the meal I noticed that he had basically inhaled his food. I apologized and he said "maybe if you weren't talking so much...." Mind you, this was January 13, and we hadn't spoken or exchanged more than brief emails since late June, when he threw himself a lavish birthday party. Granted, a third of the invited guests didn't show, citing either positive Covid tests or fear of Covid. I think a few were tired of his Gatsbyesque parties.
Either this guy is not a friend, or he has become impossibly arrogant in high-middle age. Suffice to say we haven't talked or exchanged more than brief emails as to what we're reading.
As far as other venues for making friends, our synagogue has decreased in value for that, not really recovering from Covid. A recent event was canceled for no apparent reason, and the Men's Club head didn't even bother to tell me. I asked by email if this was a game of "ding-dong-ditch."