I have never had any real friends. Throughout high school, I had almost no social life. In college, I made one friend. Right now, I have one close friend. (And him I might loose - our lives are going in totally different directions. More too, which I’ll detail below.) (I know one other person online, but that’s something different.) A few people I know through Church. Other than relatives, my social life has been nil.
My sister often tells me, “You know, you make yourself too available to your friends. You need to be less willing, and make them appreciate you more, otherwise they’ll use you and they won’t appreciate you.” It was only recently that I realized that, to a significant degree, she’s right.
My pattern with friends is predictable: I will make myself more available than they make themselves available; if we go out, I will pay for myself and for my friend; I am always complimenting them (within limits); I pay attention to their lives and burdens while they rarely care about mine; I always go to them, they never come to me; I always initiate contact and plans, they rarely (if ever) come to me and ask to do something; I place myself at their disposal without they doing anything for me. (Case in point: a friend was moving, and was totally stupid about renting a truck. It was during the time when everyone was moving, so I ran around and found a truck, rented it, let him use it, drove it back, and paid the bill, with no compensation - I did not ask for compensation, nor did he offer to compensate.)
From this, I have learned that I do not know how to be a friend or how to interact with one. This also means that after a while, I get quite tired and frustrated that my friends are not showing enough initiative or interest, when I also know that this is because they feel no need to show interest.
In addition, I don’t know how to interact with people in a social setting. The word “party” makes me nervous and scared. I have no idea how to behave in a party, how to make small talk, how to keep a conversation balanced between the two of us (if I do engage in a conversation, it usually consists of me asking questions and the other person asnwering - no equality or mutuality). My mother has often told me that I need to be able to make small talk, or else I will never be able to be socially efficient. Perhaps I’m too weird, unique, or off-the-wall to engage in something like small talk. (Which is another problem all together - I sing to a different strummer, let alone march to a different drummer. I have been cautioned a few times by a professor and by my father that I need to tone down my “quirkiness” a bit.)
All this ignorance of social skills thanks to the fact that until college I never had any real friends, so I have been unable to develop and learn socially. (Of course, the older I grow and the more I come to comprehend myself and my quirks - of which there are many - the more I seem to believe that perhaps being alone, without friends or loved ones, might be what will keep me happy in the long run.)
WRS/Thû - totally mundane, totally stuff.