Last week I went out with a small group of people, all my age or older, from an exercise class I’ve been taking for the last five years. We’d never really had intimate conversations with each other, but it was eye-opening.
One woman, single, said all her friends had moved away in the past decade or so and she has only one or two left. A man, also single, said he had no straight male friends left. Another single woman has applied to a job across the country and is hoping to make a big change after decades of living here.
It just proves how cathartic it can be to socialize. I’ve realized this past year that not only am I far from the only person struggling, many of my acquaintances are struggling more than I knew.