I need to correct myself on this. I have 2 very good friends in San Francisco and they both came to celebrate my birthday with me. Here are Jamie and Mary at Radish, smiley faces post brunch.
I can relate so much to this article it’s not even funny. I’m just glad I’m not the only one who finds difficult making friends in this city.
"I did a pretty good job of not noticing my lack of friends until my first birthday in SF rolled around."
"The loneliness I’ve felt here has been a lot less romantic than I believed it would be."
"On top of all the other challenges of being friendless in San Francisco, this city has to go and have awesome events every night of the week. In a place with pop-ups and cat film festivals competing for people’s attention, who’s going to want to eat pizza on my couch with me?"
”When I was younger, I was a pretty popular kid and people were always inviting me places, so I never really knew what it was like to want to go somewhere and not be able to because I couldn’t get any of my friends to go with me.”
Not the other way around.
Love is at the core of the most popular religious beliefs systems, regardless of what its leaders and followers might interpret or practice.
It took me almost 15 years to truly understand that, what I was looking outside myself was only going to be found within. I was under the impression that someone would come and make my life whole just by loving me. I was mistaken.
I was already a very loved person: family, friends, lovers that came and went. But my relationships with them were stormy, at best.
Now that I try my best to love others fully and selflessly is that I’ve begun to love myself the same way, now I’ve started my journey towards happiness. I’m not a godless creature anymore, I have love; therefore I have everything.