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[–] 21 points 2 months ago (3 children)

I have always been very good at making friends and have people like me, but really lack the interest in maintaining friendships

At almost 50, I tell people that I like, that it is up to them to keep this friendship running because I won't

The ones who agree are the ones who stick around

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  • [–] 3 points 2 months ago

    When i was younger i would travel around a lot, go to concerts and stuff like that. Places where you'd meet a lot of people. A lot of these people i met asked me for my e-mail or phone number to stay in touch. I was always like: no thanks. A lot of them were pretty perplexed, but i'm not gonna stay friends with some random person that lives 500 to 8000km away.

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  • [–] 2 points 2 months ago

    I’ve always been really good at making friends with extremely interesting people, but terrible with normal people.

    My best friends, over the years:

    • a guy who travels the country working as a chef for anywhere from 3 months to a year
    • a professional ontologist (literally it’s in his title, he works at Amazon and makes $200k)
    • a guy who got laid off by an airline after 9/11 and used his flight benefits to build a solo business importing crap from Turkey
    • an unmarried gay couple who are both schizophrenic (neither one can work so they’re poor as shit), one is a guitarist and the other is a bassist and they’re amazing
    • a mathematician who grew up in poverty and now works in biotech and talks more to his plants than any humans
    • a philosophy professor who somehow manages to make the dullest philosophical ideas sound like the shadows between the petals of a flower
    • a guy who takes old furniture from an abandoned IBM office park and sells it to Japanese people online (it’s all Herman Miller shit) and makes music from outer space
    • a former protege of a famous experimental filmmaker who opened a mirage clothing store in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere
    • a high school art teacher who is objectively the most inspired and inspiring person I’ve ever met in my life (also he knows kung fu)
    • a seemingly endless stream of freaks, weirdos, and rejects from the rooms of AA (i thought i was an alcoholic/drug addict for a long time, turns out I was just autistic) — former junkies, prostitutes, homeless derelicts, and (former!) absolute monsters…

    I’ve had extremely good luck, they’re very cool.

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