I recently binge-watched Season 1 of a TV show online (ABC’s “A Million Little Things”), about four random guys who meet up and become friends after they get stuck in an elevator together for 20 minutes.
Without spoiling anything, the four random guys become best of friends, and then when one of them leaves the group, the three remaining members become even more tight-knit than before, and they lean on each other to get them through each other’s individual bullshit that they’re each dealing with.
It seems like we (not just the SDMB, but society in general), all have “our own shit” to deal with, and having a support system around you must be unbelievably helpful.
My problem is that I’m approaching my late 40’s, and I got nothin’ even approaching that. God’s honest truth, my 70-year-old Mom (who I see twice a year) is the extent of my “support system”.
I’ve got two “best friends” in the world – one (from high school) lives four hours away, and he and I don’t really communicate anymore, since he’s a huge Trump guy, and (I assume) has seen some of the comments on random Facebook pages that I’ve posted, so I’m convinced that the last two years has led to him not returning my calls / texts anymore.
The other one (from college) lives local, but is always too busy, whether it’s with work, or having gotten married and raising two kids, etc. I have no idea whether or not the 2016 election led to us parting ways, since he’s not a Facebook guy, and the most I’ve communicated with him over the years is our once-a-year “hey, happy birthday man” text-message exchanges.
Same goes for most of the people at work – the people around my age are all married w/ kids, so their time is spent dealing with all that that entails.
I miss the days of my first job out of college in 1995, when – if we weren’t all bangin’ each other – we would all go out and have happy-hour drinks together, and build an incredible group camaraderie among each other.
I have zero interest in ever getting married (because I “know me”, and all it would lead to is an eventual divorce, and the pain in the ass of all that), so dating seems like sort of a pointless exercise. What am I gonna do, date some gal for a month / a year / three years, until “shit starts getting real”, and it comes time to shake hands and part ways?
So is there any way to try and develop your own “support system” of like-minded people as you get older, that you can eventually talk to about stuff and to have them “in your corner” (and you in theirs), after you spend a couple of weeks / months bonding?
Is “meetup” even a thing anymore? My (non-religious) parents tell me maybe I should try going to church, but that’s not really “me”, and it’s not anything that I’d ever give my total “buy-in” to.
Or do you just say “screw it”, find yourself a good therapist, and spend a couple of hours a month talking to them about whatever’s troubling you?
Thank you in advance for any first-hand-experience stories.