Abuse and being friendless
This is something I've thought many times about, but never come to any conclusions, primarily because I think I wouldn't like the conclusions I think I'd come to.
I have no close friends. Zero. None. Not even any really semi-close friends. I know, I've heard the line "You have to be a friend, to have one" or something like that. It's just not easy. I wonder: "Why can't I make friends?" In social settings, such as Sunday School, I really don't talk to the other men in the class unless they talk to me first. I don't know what to say. I don't like or know anything about sports, so that's a big topic off the list. Yes, I see others that have such an ease with moving among men and instantly bonding, talking about anything. And there I sit.
I've long thought that the physical abuse I suffered growing up was the main reason for this, always being in a "defensive" frame of mind, waiting for the next explosion. I wonder if I can ever unlearn this. I've always felt like I was on the outside looking in at the others enjoying life and knowing that I should have no part in it.
So, what to do. I don't just wake up some morning and say "Hey, I'm going to make a friend today!" I'm sitting here in tears now, writing this, facing the truth that I've always known. My father, my father - how he has no idea how he's fucked up my life.
Well, sorry for the rambling, just wondering if anyone else is like me, wondering why you feel like an outcast amongst all the other souls in the world.
I have no close friends. Zero. None. Not even any really semi-close friends. I know, I've heard the line "You have to be a friend, to have one" or something like that. It's just not easy. I wonder: "Why can't I make friends?" In social settings, such as Sunday School, I really don't talk to the other men in the class unless they talk to me first. I don't know what to say. I don't like or know anything about sports, so that's a big topic off the list. Yes, I see others that have such an ease with moving among men and instantly bonding, talking about anything. And there I sit.
I've long thought that the physical abuse I suffered growing up was the main reason for this, always being in a "defensive" frame of mind, waiting for the next explosion. I wonder if I can ever unlearn this. I've always felt like I was on the outside looking in at the others enjoying life and knowing that I should have no part in it.
So, what to do. I don't just wake up some morning and say "Hey, I'm going to make a friend today!" I'm sitting here in tears now, writing this, facing the truth that I've always known. My father, my father - how he has no idea how he's fucked up my life.
Well, sorry for the rambling, just wondering if anyone else is like me, wondering why you feel like an outcast amongst all the other souls in the world.