On Matters of Friendship

An adult frequently lives many lifetimes. An active, free-thinking adult might move, impossibly, from karass to granfalloon to karass as they pupate, grow, and pupate again - at each stage of their transformation, their social needs and capabilities can change greatly, rendering them almost a new person.

This leads to a rarely-spoken but unavoidable sorrow of human life; Most of the people who are in your life right now will someday leave it. What's more, circumstances will probably be such that when it happens it will seem natural, necessary, or even inconsequential to you.

In the moment, it rarely feels as if you are moving from one social circle to another. It often just feels like you are losing your entire social circle, one by one, with nothing to replace it. It may even feel like you never had a circle at all, like you'll never have a true karass.

Your world is falling apart!

I can assure you, this is completely normal. This isn't the result of "everybody you know finally seeing how shitty you are" - the gaps between these lives are not faults of yours, they are not a judgment of your value as a person; they are usually the result of diverging paths on this fractal etching of life. 

If you find that everybody you know is traveling a different path, and extolling its virtues, you do owe it to yourself to give it a fair look, evaluate your own path once again (and again and again) and decide if it is the right one, or if something can be gained by trying to shift your course. 

After all, you have friends specifically so they can bring new cool worthy ideas into your sphere, right?

Often, you will find that even on reflection the course your friends are taking is simply not one that appeals to you, for any of a number of reasons. This too is natural, and not usually a value judgment on anybody involved. 

If this is the case, keep your eyes ahead, and fight the urge to watch every single checkout aisle's rate of flow to determine if you have chosen correctly.

Use that time to look up weird animals on your phone, instead. 

Yours as always in tortured metaphors, 

Multipass