No. 682887
>>682865I've had a lack of good friendships in my life. I feel like I'd be a good friend match for an anxious autistic type but then how do two withdrawn autists even come to meet each other? lol
I live in a small country town and I'm in my thirties so my chances to meet people feel slimmer. The only people that have gone out of their way to try and get to know me since moving here..all men. Not even going there.
No. 682897
I haven't had a close friend since I had a falling out with my childhood friend "A". But we were only friends because of the time we spent together. After high school all conversations we had were basically only about past events when we had fun. We went out to concerts and parties sometimes, but she always wanted to go home early even though I wanted to meet new people or be a little wild. Our dynamic was pretty much always her as the leader(princess) and me, the problem-solver (and a third girl who was artsy but also very submissive to her). If she had difficulty processing a situation, she just left the problem to me, but would also bitch if I didn't solve it in a way she liked.
She didn't like any of my other friends, and chased away the one other artsy close friend that hung out with us, because she was a bit more naive and uneducated, and she made her feel inferior. Luckily that girl moved on in her life, even though we couldn't really become friends again, because all our conversations went back to healing from "A".
In the end, the straw that broke the camel's back was us traveling a few days together (given her to her birthday by her rich step-father). She was moody and didn't want to talk to any other people, always wanted to go home early and sit in our hotel room, and I just wanted to fucking see the city we were in, which was pretty typical conflict for us, except this time I had a really hard time swallowing my frustration.
On the last day, we missed our bus back, because she misjudged the time it would take us to get to the station, and did not consult me on that. She sounded so confident in that we had enough time to pack slowly, I trusted her judgement, since she had the tickets and I didn't know the exact departure time. Of course this lead to her having a meltdown at the station, and leaving solving the situation to me, while she followed me around like a catathonic child. I had to buy way overpriced train-tickets.
And our friendship could still have survived that one. Except when we came home, they accused me of lying about the train ticket prices (they insisted on paying me back for her half) to get money out of them, and when I showed proof, they started lecturing and scolding me harshly for making a really bad deal. Which might be right, but I was a 19-year old stuck abroad, after their innocent daughter left us stranded, and refused to call them or do anything but cry. So I went full no-contact on their whole family.
Sorry for the fucking novel, I just had an aggressive flashback I guess