It’s fairly common that one might lose their work friends after a promotion. You go from being one of the gang to “management”. People often get jealous or resentful whether they admit it or not.
What can also happen when you are in a job or industry you don’t care for, you don’t feel a connection with your coworkers. In fact, you can come to feel the same contempt for them that you feel for your job.
I don’t know if the 2.5 week cutoff is too big of a deal, but there was an article out today that relates to this subject.
Study: 25% of Americans have no one to confide in
In 1985, the average American had three people in whom to confide matters that were important to them, says a study in today’s American Sociological Review. In 2004, that number dropped to two, and one in four had no close confidants at all.
Thanks that is an interesting study.
I met her in the spring when I was five and my mother took me to sign up for first grade for the next fall. She was a year ahead of me and “the funny girl” that has kept me laughing for the 57 years since then. That was in a small town 175 miles away. By some weird magic, we’ve remained friends and she lives five minutes from my house here in the city.
I’ve made another friend within the last year who’s still around. And I get together with eleven other women once a month for food and a night of general silliness.
I’m still in touch from time to time with high school friends and a teaching friend or two. But they slip away and I am a little agoraphobic.
I realized today when I went to get my nails done that I hadn’t been out of the house at all since the last time I got my nails done. That’s not a good sign.
My step-daughter has banished me from her life within the last month. The weekend she got her J.D., she just turned on me. It has cut me and my husband off from her, her brother, her husband, and my four grandchildren. They were my life. They were my best friends. I was completely blindsided. I still don’t understand why.
I’m almost sixty-three. At first I thought, “This is what being culled from the herd feels like.” Then I decided to regroup, join another herd, or frolick in the meadow for a while.
My husband is my best friend.
Bosda, your presence here is real to me. I remember you most for two things. You told me about the sale of Japanese books and you made me cry when your cat died. I am always aware that you are not far away. That makes you special to me. I think about you when there are storms down that way. Take care.
Ring, you don’t sound like you are a pompous ass at all. You sound like you are clinically depressed. Haven’t you ever considered the possibility? It’s not just about feeling sad. It’s about feeling hollowed out.
Of course, I’m not a physician. I am, however, a bit of a recovering nutcake who gets by with a little help from some meds and a friend or two.
Totally friendless, not a single human being in the world likes me 
Even houseflies steer clear when I’m around.
God I’m so lonely and depressed.
my cat loves me though…I think
Already linked, four posts earlier.
Zoe–you are kind.
