Recursive Call

Talking to strangers

Throwing my own two cents on the loneliness epidemic thing.

Similar to ava and absurd pirate, my social life was fairly stunted. I had sort of a frenemies situation going on in elementary with these girls, where their parents thought I was bullying them but my parents thought they were bullying me, and I thought we got along great. No idea what they thought, but they sure invited me to their houses a lot so it can’t have been that bad.

As an adult, though, I think the thing now is just that everyone is kind of terrified of each other. Covid didn’t help. I mean, three years of “any random stranger could give me a horrible incurable illness” does terrible things to even the most outgoing personalities. Anyway, here are my sort of unorganized observations since I’m supposed to be packing right now and don’t have time to write properly:

On the internet things are more difficult because you don’t know anything about each other. There’s no real first impression. So things tend to fizzle out because you don’t know enough about the other person to guess what conversation topics will work. Not to mention you’re both wondering if you’re going be ideologically incompatible. But introducing yourself with your political alignment/ demographic information feels weird, even if 90% of it could be inferred by anyone that actually saw you in real life.

I feel like 99% of hangouts fail during the planning stage because someone says “so where are we having lunch?” and everyone says “oh I’m fine with whatever” and it never gets arranged. Same for “so what day should we meet”. Generally you can always get away with being the person who says “Okay then let’s go here on this day at this time”, and if anyone has a problem they can say so. But also, yes, people are extremely flakey and always late. So bring a book or something and don’t take it too serious.

And, not to shill for religion again, but I do think part of the loneliness epidemic is caused by people not being into religion anymore. I once drove a woman I had never met from Boston to the Bronx in a rental car with another woman who I had also never met because she asked for help in our religious organization’s groupchat and I wasn’t doing anything that night. Myself and the other driver didn’t get home until 4am, and we drove half the way back with the side mirror flapping against the window because we hit a parked car and it came off. It was a bonding experience. Which is not to say that atheists can’t have bonding experiences, but again, you have to work for it more.