Growing up, life is easy for most kids. You go to school, you make friends, you eat sugary goodness and chill out while people cook for you. The biggest worries you have as the typical kid is whether or not recess will be canceled and when your next cootie shot will be.
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Of course as many an adult or blossoming young adult has come to abruptly realize, life is a mean bitch and likes to spit in your face.
Once you have left home for the first time, whether it be for college or to escape your parents’ hitler-like grip, you probably have a roommate.
According to Hollywood, there only two kinds of roomie: the dream come true and the spawn of satan. While the good vs. evil trope isn’t completely wrong in this case, there is a lot more to consider than whether or not your roommate typically shits in the tub or brings you cookies.
Regardless of the living situation you are forced into, the hardest part of adulthood may just be developing a social life.
As a child and even in college you can make friends through school classes and clubs, but as an adult you don’t have these conveniences.
Of course working is always a source of people but more often than not your probably honing to work with a bunch of turds.
Additionally, while college destroys the age barrier, work rebuilds it ten fold. When there is 35 years and three kids between you an each of your coworkers the only “hang time” or “friendships” you’ll be developing are more than likely going to be as a babysitter.
So, how does a young adult make friends without seeming like a desperate stalker?
As far as my research has found and general observations have concluded, there is no right way.
Asking some to be your friend sounds so sad your own eardrums will weep. Trying to join a group is pushy and everyone will hate you. And the website, adultfriendfinder.com is not intended to make any kind of friends you would want to keep.
If anything, trying to make friends just makes it even harder to relate to people, because suddenly you’re that wierdo without any friends. And no none wants to hang with someone without friends.
It’s a paradox and at thi point I’m beginning to believe that no adult actually has friends. It’s all just an illusion that no one ever bothered to let the rest of us in on.
Of course if someone does has the perfect formula for scoring some righteous buds then, for love of god publish that shit at the low, low price of $19.99 and make some sweet as infomercials so that loners everywhere can learn.
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